I am waiting 'til there's nothing left I'm a prayer, all you see is breath I am empty, I am skin and bones, I'm a ribcage
Well, I'm out the door with apathy And I'm coming home with sympathy I am realize, I am shame, I choose to stay here
You got a sign so I pay the ransom You felt sorry so I felt a wrath come Had a nice grip on my life 'Til you twisted my arm, my arm
There's a song I love so much, I stole Every precious note I took, I sold Now I spit out words 'til you see my lungs on the dance floor
To a hopeless cause, I sold my soul A romantic plastic piece of shit you can mold Until I break into chokable pieces
You got a sign so I pay the ransom You felt sorry so I felt a wrath come Had a nice grip on my life 'Til you twisted my arm, my arm
And I open up like the back of a book I ruin everything with just a quick look And I settle down like a rocket explodes Hit the ground but how far out who knows
And you got a sign so I pay the ransom You felt sorry so I felt a wrath come Had a nice grip on my life 'Til you twisted my arm, my arm
Songwriters MATHEW THOMAS SKIBA, DEREK R GRANT, DANIEL MICHAEL ANDRIANO