Leaving well enough alone
While you sing your goodbyes before they're etched in stone
Six sick little lies
Believe these rusted string of words will cut you for the last time
A finish stained and brash
Measures exhaustive but that's the cost of marking in black
We can fill in the holes
Wonder if you knew you had a hand in playing this role
That's an awful lot of talk from a back seat god I've heard it all
(Yeah, man, said we've heard it all)
Drowning in your sleep I don't care how deep you sink below
I heard you tried and failed that's fine
Heard you couldn't face every word you faked and came undone again
I could barely walk while you tried to sing a lie so loud tempered by slurred speech
Work em to the bone pick your fingers clean try testing gold without cutting your teeth
And I don't hate you for this but I hope it f*cking eats your insides
I don't want to hear anymore