Is your stream of thought as shallow as it seems
That you steal from deeper waters while you're hiding in the reeds
You sing with
With such conviction
Of depression you know from pens not your own
You write in metaphor for an audience of one
I'd stab you with your words if they were sharp enough to cut
You had stolen it all but you fell beyond the breach
Of the smallest city where you reigned queen
Now you're left with nothing but the blood on your teeth
What attention did you seek pretending to be weak
Don't believe everything that falls out of your mouth
Don't believe everything that falls out of your mouth
Dig yourself a grave to drown in all your tears
Hoping someone will pull you out before the water chokes you out
You write in metaphor for an audience of one
I'd stab you with your words if they were sharp enough to cut
(But they're not)
Don't believe everything that falls out of your mouth
Don't believe everything that falls out of your mouth