Tell me what you what
Don't mean you'll get it
But you can ask for it, anyway
Stubborn to your core
You leave me no room
My ideas much too soon, preemptively
I want to stay
But I wont...
And you don't know what
To say
And I know...
I don't owe you a thing
And it feels like running away
Yea it feels like running away
I showed you my back
And how it curves
Every so often, do you like my blades?
Because you like that knife
Oh my soles are ripe
And you're rotten to your core
My heels are peeling flesh
Just like the many times before
I want to stay
But I wont...
And you don't know what
To say
And I know...
I don't owe you a thing
And it feels like running away
Yea it feels like running away
I want to stay
But I wont...
And you don't know what
To say
And I know...
I don't owe you a thing
And it feels like running away
Yea it feels like running away