Lip Critic Legs In A Snare
You got me wrapped around your finger
Am I still the one you want
Am I still the one you want
Am I still the one you want
You can see my wingspan
Buckled at the knees and
Sorrow in the sheep's eye
Shaking in the ring's hand
I can feel my brakes fail
Knowing it was pre-planned
I can lose my grip just as soon as I got it
So I'm taking down the pictures
And I'm packing up the clothes
I'm at the bottom of the barrel
I'm thinking how long can I go
Go on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on
Myself the flip
I got my hands cupped begging me for it
I bought the land in between a vice grip
Always to blame looking for a quick fix
If it's one day away I'm already so sick
I made a crop circle for ya
I drew your face in the green grass
You know I couldn't ignorе ya
It's always just how it is
And does it really matter whеn
Things come unglued
Something falls apart
Holding on to you
It's the reason my
Vision tunnels out
Two weeks passing by
Bodies in the house
Taking down the pictures
And packing up the clothes
I'm at the bottom of the barrel
I'm thinking how long can I go
Till you're done with me
And when you're done with me
And when you're done with it all
You turn the TV off
And mail the phone away
I'm going under it
Oh it's force I take
I'm so seductionless
But you had bought the fake
I can't forget the feel
Oh it's your love pushing me off the roof
I got my hands out reaching for the balconies
And my reflections in windows look just like the flip book
I got my lips pursed kissing the mascarons
And I'm done
Begging for what I don't deserve and
And shoveling my voice out
Till it's deep
Enough to blot
Me out
And I'm still here
I made a crop circle for ya
I drew your face in the green grass
You know I couldn't ignore ya
It's always just how it is
