The way that you left me is alright, it’s alright. If I argue the point then we yell and we fight, and I won’t be home for the rest of the night. You might hate my words, but you know that I’m right.
I’ll stay hanging above your head like the sword of Damocles. I’ll hunt you with everything I’ve got.
For years I’ve been biting my fucking tongue. Now the blood is filling up my mouth; before I choke I have to spit you out.
Sometimes you don’t need to use super meaningful lyrics. It’s perfectly fine to go with a BLECH
Your cup is still on the window sill. I’ll bring myself to move it soon, but until I do, I’ll get lost in thoughts of you.