You're writing books of matches
Burning ants with looking glasses
You're making up a story to neatly fit the end
And it's gone, you know
Didn't care enough to care or
Stay and watch it go
Undertow
It's gone, you know
You lie awake at night and
You might pretend
You match a story to a will you cannot bend
Limb from limb
We all Die by your hand
You're the master of you little world and your straw man
And it's gone, you know
Didn't care enough to care or
Stay and watch it go
Undertow
It's gone, you know
We dance around each other
But we won't talk and won't recover
You'll find it justified there
Spinning in your head
You didn't need to let me down
(There's no one left to wonder)