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we'll keep on talking this out |
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but i've already made up your mind |
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i've been trying to gnaw through my tongue |
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to stop from confessing my crimes |
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and these conversations are wearing me down |
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what did my patience prove |
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if it's just another bed of nails |
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always the silent treatment |
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always the easy way out alive |
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if there's no further questions i'll be on my way home |
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and it's just another sharp pain |
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and it doesn't hurt like it used to |
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when i was a desperate man |
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when i still believed in the meaning of the word |
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you tried to warn me |
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you and your consequences |
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if i |
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am outnumbered |
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if i |
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am defenseless |
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if i come here unarmed |
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in the middle of the night on my own |
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standing on the front lines i will die |
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if you invite me down |
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if it'll please the crowd |
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i only go through this for your amusement |
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but it doesn't hurt like should when you're throwing your stones around |
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now i'm alone |
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trying to sleep it off |
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but it's hard not to shake at the sound of it breaking |
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when you're living in a house of mirrors reflecting all of my failure |
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i will concede to my replacement |
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congratulations |
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it's over and over again |
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i was in for the long run when you cut me down |
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another sharp pain |
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a servant to your throne |
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always the silent treatment |
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always the stubborn child |
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i kept my mouth shut tight |
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always the one that got away |
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always the silent treatment |
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i only have myself to blame |
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always the silent treatment |
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always the bed of nails |
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i only have myself to blame |
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i only have myself to blame |