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.
It shakes every fucking bone trying to do the right thing on my own, so I let the ink tell you how I come to grips with all of this.
I’ve been holding back my apathy for far too long. You don’t deserve what you haven’t earned, and your place in my heart has just grown so small.
My walls are built up high forever bound to be steep,
I’ve got a birds eye view of all the secrets you keep.