A single word comparing notes with tragedy
Could it be those sighs that make me crash in front of me?
A scolded verse holding on to the bitter end
Like a Molotov cocktail, I know you're not my friend
Ha, a cloak and dagger except without the cloak
I knew it was you that sharked me before you even spoke
You point your finger and the mirror shatters, yeah
Accusing me off all your deeds, as if it matters
For only so long I can put up with the sword
I'll even the odds and cast you off forevermore
And sing when you're gone and scratch a notch into the floor
And all the world will fall upon you before you even know
I know you think that you're indebted to yourself
But all the words you've chosen will slowly compromise you
A single word comparing notes against the sky
So I ponder, there but for the grace of god go I
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