Do I take the lie? Or do I leave it on the table?
Do I swallow pride? Or is it dead on arrival?
I'm hiding words and I avert my eyes.
Do I find nothing and just crave something to hate?
Formless feelings find their shape in the way your breath fills the air.
And it haunts me, haunts me.
Your words hide your true intent, saying things you've never meant.
Your ghost words haunt me, haunt me.
But, I...
Carved out my rib to give you what I thought you deserve.
And it haunts me, haunts me.
Meditative to heal, mutilate myself to stay sane.
Or at least I'll say...
It haunts me, haunts me.
I think we both know how this ends; so who are we to make amends anyway?
But, I shouldn't have to tell you.
I shouldn't have to tell you "you should care".
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Do I take the lie? Or do I leave it on the table?
Do I swallow pride? Or is it dead on arrival?
I'm hiding words and I avert my eyes.
Do I find nothing and just crave something to hate?
Formless feelings find their shape in the way your breath fills the air.
And it haunts me, haunts me.
Your words hide your true intent, saying things you've never meant.
Your ghost words haunt me, haunt me.
But, I...
Carved out my rib to give you what I thought you deserve.
And it haunts me, haunts me.
Meditative to heal, mutilate myself to stay sane.
Or at least I'll say...
It haunts me, haunts me.
I think we both know how this ends; so who are we to make amends anyway?
But, I shouldn't have to tell you.
I shouldn't have to tell you "you should care".
Do I swallow pride? Or is it dead on arrival?
I'm hiding words and I avert my eyes.
Do I find nothing and just crave something to hate?
Formless feelings find their shape in the way your breath fills the air.
And it haunts me, haunts me.
Your words hide your true intent, saying things you've never meant.
Your ghost words haunt me, haunt me.
But, I...
Carved out my rib to give you what I thought you deserve.
And it haunts me, haunts me.
Meditative to heal, mutilate myself to stay sane.
Or at least I'll say...
It haunts me, haunts me.
I think we both know how this ends; so who are we to make amends anyway?
But, I shouldn't have to tell you.
I shouldn't have to tell you "you should care".
Writer: Dustin Reinink
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid