You seem to hate me like an artist hates his own hand
You tend to break off all the pieces that just seem wrong
Watch them fall
I lost control
I'll give you everything. You'll take everything
There's only so much you can say when you blow your voice out
This house is a graveyard
You tend to want me to be quiet
I try not to waste your time
Buy me dresses I don't fit into
I slip out of the lacy outlines
I swore I'd never cry
I'll give you everything. You'll take everything
There's only so much you can say
When you blow your voice out
This house is a graveyard
One day I'll be small enough to fit inside your pocket
I won't be on your shoulders
Or so annoyingly full of it
I like how you don't care for me
Never love the way i need
Might as well burn this house to the ground. We'll never sort this out.
Let's just burn this house to the ground. I'll never sort you out