They say a picture is worth a thousand words
Maybe looking at every line can explain to me the reasons why
Your flawless image is cracking at it's core
Exposing all your well hidden scars
Showing me who you truly are
If you knew what was good for you.
You'll take your last picture
You'll make your last mistake
You'll take your last picture
You'll make your list mistake
Cursive lines that twist, turn what you say
They have made you a ghost indeed
In a tomb of your own dismay
And your honesty don't mean much to me
Honestly, you've dug your own grave
You can choke on those words 'cause that's where you'll lay
If you knew what was good for you.
There's a million things I'd like to say to about you dear
How I wish they weren't true
But the proof is in every tattered photograph that I have of you
There's a certain sickness inside your heart
For which there is no cure
If I opened you up right now
There'd be nothing left of
If you knew what was good for you
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They say a picture is worth a thousand words
Maybe looking at every line can explain to me the reasons why
Your flawless image is cracking at it's core
Exposing all your well hidden scars
Showing me who you truly are
If you knew what was good for you.
You'll take your last picture
You'll make your last mistake
You'll take your last picture
You'll make your list mistake
Cursive lines that twist, turn what you say
They have made you a ghost indeed
In a tomb of your own dismay
And your honesty don't mean much to me
Honestly, you've dug your own grave
You can choke on those words 'cause that's where you'll lay
If you knew what was good for you.
There's a million things I'd like to say to about you dear
How I wish they weren't true
But the proof is in every tattered photograph that I have of you
There's a certain sickness inside your heart
For which there is no cure
If I opened you up right now
There'd be nothing left of
If you knew what was good for you
Maybe looking at every line can explain to me the reasons why
Your flawless image is cracking at it's core
Exposing all your well hidden scars
Showing me who you truly are
If you knew what was good for you.
You'll take your last picture
You'll make your last mistake
You'll take your last picture
You'll make your list mistake
Cursive lines that twist, turn what you say
They have made you a ghost indeed
In a tomb of your own dismay
And your honesty don't mean much to me
Honestly, you've dug your own grave
You can choke on those words 'cause that's where you'll lay
If you knew what was good for you.
There's a million things I'd like to say to about you dear
How I wish they weren't true
But the proof is in every tattered photograph that I have of you
There's a certain sickness inside your heart
For which there is no cure
If I opened you up right now
There'd be nothing left of
If you knew what was good for you