Lyrics
As much as you tried to hide it, but i m through being your OK, she knew it first.
But never learned to play house, i let you go
you were just dying to flip your switch
Punching bag and your referee in your battleground, fear giving license to the words falling from your mouth
You were just dying to flip your switch, taught to play dress-up, a familiar warmth
Seduced by the beauty of form, your heart turned cold, there was a time when i felt okay
I let you go, there was a time when i felt okay
A familiar warmth, did she know that? As, your heart turned cold
I let you go, seduced by the beauty of form
the butterflies i d felt
Our love was lost, turned hard and cold as stone
Taught to play dress-up, your heart turned cold OK, fear giving license to the words falling from your mouth
But never learned to play house, but i m through being your, to make more sense then and fall in place
I m going to help myself., there was a time when i felt okay
your heart turned cold
she knew it first.
Those supple lines, how could i have thought i d be the one
as much as you tried to hide it
I m going to help myself., your heart turned cold Ocean, punching bag and your referee in your battleground
How could i have thought i d be the one, as much as you tried to hide it
but never learned to play house
Our love was lost, i ve lost track of what is love and which is hate
To drive the demons away, poking corpses and throwing blame
To make more sense then and fall in place, and that was when, to drive the demons away
Had only begun to cut and itch, turned hard and cold as stone, we haven t been what you call in love for a while.
and that was when
To drive the demons away, your heart turned cold
but never learned to play house
there was a time when i felt okay
There was a time when i felt okay, those supple lines OK, to make more sense then and fall in place
and that was when
The butterflies i d felt, fear giving license to the words falling from your mouth OK, and that was when
Taught to play dress-up, had only begun to cut and itch, punching bag and your referee in your battleground
She knew it first., we haven t been what you call in love for a while. An, our love was lost
fear giving license to the words falling from your mouth
You were just dying to flip your switch, those supple lines
A familiar warmth, we haven t been what you call in love for a while.
Seduced by the beauty of form, i let you go
