First you give it out
Then you take it back
You say that it isn't mine
Why can't you cut me some slack?
You know I can't catch a break
I've been behind from the start
I ask for help catching up
And then you break my
I need some help here
Some assistance please
Bartender, pour me a drink
Hey Doctor, can you watch me bleed
Can you watch me bleed
You've got me terrified, I've got nothing to hide
except for my feelings
You've got me terrified, I didn't say that you lied
I just questioned the integrity of your dealings
I think I'm gaining ground
I think I'm losing touch
It's so confusing
I can't be losing this much
I have to put up a wall
Try to protect myself
I think that I'm gonna fall
Try not to hurt myself
I think I'm starting to shake
I've been this way from the start
But you only cut me a break
So you can break my heart
So you can break my heart
Break it, break it, break it, shatter it
Tear it till it's torn to tatters, I
Don't mind, go on and batter it
Stomp it, stomp it, crush it, splatter it
If placed in charge of the sun
I think you'd let it burn out
If you're in charge of the sea
We're all gonna drown
We're all gonna drown
It's all slipping away
It keeps falling apart
Why can't I get you to stay
Why must you break my
Why must you break my
Why must you break my
Why do you break my
Why do you break it
credits
from Secret Lunch,
released August 12, 2011
James Wesson - electric guitar, bass, drums, vocals
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