Would you believe it was never my intention to be your usual haunt
But I've been learning that the mother of invention is the sister of want
A category error stole you out of my grasp
But at least we died with a gasp
You had your pick, Bella, we chose a design
A forearm for yours and a tricep for mine
The scars are hallowed
The anchor and swallow
I tend to close my eyes when I swing
You keep your eye on the ball
I'd fight your father, give a kidney to your sibling
You won't look at me at all
You never even knew me if you thought I wouldn't cry
When you didn't even say goodbye
Give it time, fella, keep a smile on your cheeks
What feels like a decade is just a matter of weeks
Still water's shallow
To the anchor and swallow
Are you discontented or is it you're bored
You say you miss me, eyes blown out on a bender
I'm writing song number four
It hit me as I walk across a jet bridge, aboard a runaway plane
That I'd rather see my mother any day
Cause what it is
Is what it does
It hurts
The two of us
So get your fix, Bella
Snap a pic, it'll make your ex jealous
And come back to you
You won't be followed, no
From the anchor and swallow
From the anchor and swallow
From the anchor and swallow