I have enough on my mind.
So take your fingers out my head.
I'll drink your awful red wine.
And then I'll drag myself to bed.
Don't pick the sleep from my eyes.
I don't want to wake.
So that you can chastise.
All of my terrible mistakes.
I plant a kiss on your wrist.
Grab my coat and I'm out the door.
But I'll be back in three days.
Dragging mud across your floor.
So carry on with your tired song.
Pick out everything that I do wrong.
Tell me how I make your frail heart break.
When I make the same mistakes...
Again.
I have enough on my plate.
So leave the steak knife in my hand.
So I can cut through this rope.
And sink into the sand.
Don't push the hair from my eyes.
I don't want to see.
The ugly faces you pull.
When you tell me what I'm meant to be.
I plant a kiss on your head.
And then I'll take it to the street.
So everything that you deny.
Is everything that I repeat.
So carry on with your tired song.
Pick out everything that I do wrong.
Tell me how I make your frail heart break.
When I make the same mistakes...
Again.
I have enough on my shoulders.
And I can't bare the weight.
Not when you add to the load.
With all the problems you create.
Don't trace my mouth with your thumb.
I don't want to speak.
So you can twist all my words.
And make me feel so weak.
I plant a kiss on your lips.
And then I have to go.
To where my actions are free.
In a place that you don't know.
So carry on with your tired song.
Pick out everything that I do wrong.
Tell me how I make your frail heart break.
When I make the same mistakes...
Again.
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