You're such a liar in your white washed clothes
turning up your nose
to love me
like a child with a bruise that grows
thinking, i suppose it was me
i caused this pain, so blame me
but...
i wont be here when you come home to beg me
cuz i cant repair these shattered bones
you can't see
your tongue's a fire burning all that grows
as you strike your pose
to love me
like a child with a cut that flows
with a blood that shows
you made me
for this
but i'll resist
and...
i wont be here when you come home to beg me
cuz i cant repair these shattered bones
you can't see
i wont be here when you come home to beg me
cuz i cant repair these shattered bones
you can't see
you're such a liar in your white washed clothes
turning up your nose to love me