You've got me pinned against this barbed wire fence,
while my white hands try to write me free
the colour red mixed with the blues in my pants
while my white hands try to write me free
I'm tired of drawing on my eyes
I'm tired of wasting words that keep me locked inside
I want to say how much your love has pushed me away;
Maybe it's better off this way
More hits have kicked me than a chorus line
and these bruises seem to stay
she's calling me out to go again
I'm tired of drawing on my eyes
I'm tired of wasting words that keep me locked inside
I want to say how much your love has pushed me away;
Maybe it's better off this way
Its all running again
pumping fumes to my head
She's calling me out to go again
Its all running again
pumping fumes to my head
She's calling me out to go again
I'm tired of drawing on my eyes
I'm tired of wasting words that keep me locked inside
I want to say how much your love has pushed me away;
Maybe it's better off this way
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