Right now, cutting circles trying to hide in corners
You know they'll always find you
Frightened, seeping wounds, a stolen night
Forever rotted heart
Yeah
I'm on the cusp
Yeah
Of opening up
Sorry I'm mad you couldn't compare
Sorry I'm mad, I'll put it to bed
Cheating, locked inside the tiny words
You're painted with our middle fingers
Frightened, all these images that you created
Rotted heart
Yeah
I'm on the cusp
Yeah
Of opening up
Sorry I'm mad you couldn't compare
Sorry I'm mad, I'll put it to bed
