The fruit of happiness falls at the feet of agony
You push your pins in the replica you have of me
I look at you and can't figure out what attracted me
To such an ugly terrible person, girl you are past belief.But all of that is trivial
Running with a handful of scissors down a slippery hill
Old clock radio, sittin on the windowcill
Allowing me to listen to the music while our time together gets me killedMaybe I'm just dumb, or maybe I believe in something you assume is never gonna come
My last thread's wrapped around your thumb, plan to take another step and I swear to God I'll snap it right in front of you
Sold, you're taking me for granted, I don't know if anybodies told you but your damaged.
Heart made of granite that's been bleedin' through the bandages
And judging by your smile, it's been going exactly just how you planned it
Why you gotta push me, to the limit.
Why you gotta hold me down
You're quicksand, you're a sinkhole, you're the fall beneath my step
You got me fallin', out of love, and tryin' to land.You're a sickness, you're a fever, you're the itch beneath my skin
You're a virus, you're a cancer, you're making my world spin
You're a toxin, and infectious, and it rots me to the bone
And I don't know just how to get over you
(Get over you) Your pain swells inside you like a cyclone
Dragging your nails across my back like a fine comb
We found eachother, at the bottom of a mine hole
You were tryin' to get a blood diamond out of my coalDiggin', Pushin', Trying to find my tipping point
You toss me up and spin me 'round like a flipping coin
I've tried leaving; everytime that I hit the door
I'm turning right around like I've forgotten what I went there for
Shit, maybe I'm a moron
Maybe I enjoy being the flame your lighter fluid is poured on
I keep swimming 'till the shores gone
Either I'ma drown in the moment, or disappear to the foregroundYou reel me in and cast me out, that's the way it goes
I call it love, you turn your back and tell me no one knows
I know it's killing, and judging by your clothes
You've been waiting for a funeral to go to so I'm fuckin' sick of it
Why you gotta push me, to the limit.
Why you gotta hold me down
You're quicksand, you're a sinkhole, you're the fall beneath my step
You got me fallin', out of love, and tryin' to land.
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