Lyrics Naive - The Greeting Committee

Naive

you said
and it must hurt
to be the one to take the hit
and you lose your voice from calling yourself
give it a rest
and im not pickibg up the pieces
with your hands tied at the wrists
and you swear that you haven’t moved an inch
cause you’ve got a way of holding the weight of someone else’s habits
then you lose your head from giving in if it’s all just a hostage
but you’ve been picking up your pieces
with your hands tied to the wrists