Lyrics All Her Fits - Matthew Dear

All Her Fits

Even though I’ve never been forgiven before
I can’t be second place
Arrangements can be made and left to stay at the door
I get swept into your face
Just put your finger on the button
You’re mad and we can have us a race
We’ll sell our pieces to the victory child
And I can give you a chase
The wood floors in your home collapse to the ground
The brick walls cover you up, so you will never be found
As the storm passes out of your life, you’re stuck to the ground
You open your mouth and try to remain, but you don’t make a sound