Oh what a mess
Questioning his head
He can't just sit with it
Oh its bitter-sweet
And in between
Numbed lips so wrong
Trying to speak
Words trailing off
Typically
You don't mind
Tending to your screen
Oh where's your face
They planted a seed
Branches out
Through your eyes and ears
Wraps around
Your neck into other hands
To meet demands
You've sought out my past
Now you're crossing my path
Oh the web is spun
And you'll stick until the deeds are done
You better watch your back
Oh the tables turn
You better watch your back
