Held hostage by the hope that you'd take me by the hand
But set free by the liberty of the jag
Twist my insides up like cables behind your tv
Stole fire that I kept inside my hands
A messenger of bad news
Blank canvas amongst splashes of colour
It's not about the path you choose
It's about why you didn't take the other
A melting pot that you stirred all by yourself
Short stories that you pulled right off the shelf
They invited in my open arms
But I was pushed away by your stormy head
Scarlet lips laced with traces of lead
As you prepare for our kiss
Dagerred remarks and formless insults
Hurt almost as much as a fist
Steel tipped boots and knee high socks
A portrait by a demented artist
They say chivalry is dead
And it was you that killed it
A melting pot you stirred all by yourself
Short stories you pulled right off the shelf
They invited in my open arms
But I was pushed away by your stormy head
A melting pot you stirred all by yourself
Short stories you pulled right off the shelf
They invited in my open arms
But I was pushed away by your stormy head