Miya Folick - Fist Lyrics

I've been cooking dinner, hoping you'll forgive me
For not wanting to swallow you
You feign no offence and then you give me my space
Oh, how I hate when you follow through
You've been losing weight like you said you wanted to
But now I miss your old molecules
I say that I'll starve myself until I disappear
And you tell me that I frighten you

This rage, this rage
Is my inheritance
I don't like it when you watch me
Won't you take your eyes off me
Before I scream

I've been cooking dinner, hoping you'll forgive me
For not wanting to swallow you
Open up a window, I froze up and forgot
Now there's smoke in the living room
I got too drunk, couldn't drive myself down the hill
It was two boys from high school
I punch myself in the face with my own little fist
Then I collapse into you

This rage, this rage
Is my inheritance
I don't like it when you watch me
Won't you take your eyes off me
Before I-, I-, I scream

I-
I punch myself in the face with my own little fist
I punch myself in the face with my own little fist
I punch myself in the face with my own little fist
I punch myself in the face

I punch myself in the face with my own little fist
Then I collapse into you
I punch myself in the face with my own little fist
Then I collapse into you
I punch myself in the face with my own little fist
Then I collapse into you