It pierces your tongue. The weakness of your lungs. The loss of your words. Yeah, it could never hurt me. Oh, you can’t ever take the guilt from your mistakes. It’s how you stand to the side of the street, you look terrified, I know.
I’m feeling high and wild. I can’t get a break. You won’t try until I’ve gone away. Yeah, she won’t go until I’m done and I’m paranoid until she’s gone.
Well, I never ever knew that you were weak when I was after you. To be so crude, it seems like more work than you’re used to. So, throw away your precious things because they’ll all go to waste anyway. Yeah, she’ll stay in her bedroom if you’re the one who wants to stay.