Matt Patrick Walsh - The Pound Lyrics

Wait, there's someone at the door
I hear him huffing and puffing
He'll hyperventilate
I think I'm safe. I think I'm good
You can stand by your sorrow
Or just disintegrate
But you're fooling everyone at the masquerade
You've gotta break down the barricade
So we build it all back up
Baby's livid. Baby's bad
We build it all back up
Don't be nervous. Don't be sad
You're armed to the teeth
But your dagger knows its place
Some drag us here
Some take us into space
Nope, I'm standing my ground
I'll stick to my guns
I'm not some dog to tame
Cause only number can explain
The irony at play
The hate ignites the flame
And you're fooling everyone at the masquerade
I watch those grins slowly start to fade
So we build it all back up
Baby's nasty. Baby's dumb
We build it all back up
Baby's useless. Just a bum
You're armed to the teeth
But your dagger knows its place
Some drag us here
Some take us into space
You're fooling everyone at the masquerade
You never did deserve a motorcade
So we build it all back up
Baby's loopy, baby's tired
We build it all back up
Baby's useless. Baby's fired
You're armed to the teeth
But your dagger knows its place
Some drag us here
Some take us into space
Some drag us here
Some take us into space