WET MATH - Echo Lyrics

Cinnamon-stained lips at the foot of the bed
Calling me
Say you know, but try to quiet the cry in my head
Clawing free
And the child dies from the kind lies
You taught to me
Reddened dye stained bright on your words, and they bled
On me, in me, through me

No me lo hago

Set aside, I grew to size under your chin
On my knees
The thousand times I tried to leave and show my skin
You followed me
You bled your red speak, reminding me
What to believe
A little boy can't know what to give away
And what to keep

I cannot breathe until you let me go
My lungs are tied to yours and I can't
Sing or even speak, the words are caught in my throat
They echo and echo
And it grows
And you can't hear me over my echo