Lyrics: Lane Mercer
Music: Lane Mercer
So just
Whittle me down until I'm nothing but a pile of bones
Act like I'm bluffing every time you want a sycophant
Lay down your weapons, take another piece before you go home
It's so exhausting bending backwards just to play pretend
But you didn't hear it from me
You didn't hear it from me
You didn't hear it from me
You didn't hear this from me
You didn't hear it from me
You didn't hear it from me
You didn't hear it from me
You didn't hear this from me
Blacked out through the weekend
It wasn't your plan
But I'm guessing it depends
On whether you've been getting
Tied up in the deep end
And whether I've been
Caught up in a knee bend
I think you're getting reckless
And once you say it's my fault
It'll be okay if they believe you where I don't
And now we're going down the checklist
Of all the things that you want
And it's back to the way that you think and the image you see
And I know that you didn't hear this from me
You didn't hear this from me
You didn't hear this from me
You didn't hear this from me
You didn't hear this from me
You didn't hear this from me
You didn't hear this from me
You didn't hear this from me
You didn't hear this from me
You didn't hear this from me
You didn't hear this from me