You live in the world awhile you're gonna get your head bumped some.
You recognize it, it happens, you lick your wounds for a minute then you go head on
Stop, you're preaching to the choir and it's out of key.
I've got a lot worse than you to be getting out of me.
It started off exactly the way it should
When I was kissing on your neck of the woods
Lets stop tip toeing past this dance that we've done
And lock lips with nonsense
Because I am sick with no confidence to dispute the fact I'm lost
There's malice in the air tangled in my hair
Constantly grinding at my teeth please just look at me
I will bend and break till the end to ache for you
I'm drowning in my own sea of inadequacy sinking at the thought of you happy without me
Because I am sick with no confidence to dispute the fact I'm lost
There's malice in the air tangled in my hair
Constantly grinding at my teeth please just look at me
I will bend and break till the end to ache for you
Bang
Stranger, my stranger nose to nose in our tomb
I will ache for you
Because I am sick with no confidence to dispute the fact I'm lost
There's malice in the air tangled in my hair
Constantly grinding at my teeth please just look at me
I will bend and break till the end to ache for you
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