He's off again
No blood is eating out his palm again
Mixed up in metaphors and confidence
Reading the room is like a body trick And then he's on his way out
Yeah,
he's on his way out
He makes a fuss and then he finds the next
He pops a pill and takes the side effects
Talks in a circle till I'm 2% And then he's on his way out
Am I wrong to think that I could be the one
To think I might be onto something
I gave you words all the way to the
wall Now I don't know how to trust
I did my best to hear you out
And now I'm drowning in the doubt
I gave you every piece of my love I will never be enough
That's what they call
The trust fund babies in the college kids
gas like the room call it common sense
I guess I never was supposed to win
my pretty little bones were never made
I can take it but I could stomach it I wish that I had known
Am I wrong to think that I could be the one
To think I might be onto something
I gave you words all the way to the wall
Now I don't know how to trust
I did my best to hear you out And now I'm drowning in the doubt
I gave you every piece of my love I will never be enough
I gave you every word that I put on the
page I gave you every smile on a tired face
I can't be the blame