Men's Volleyball
Somehow I'm the one apologizing every other night
Is it my sad mental state that creates the pit in my stomach
That puts the fault on mine?
Maybe it was fate that I forgot to give
you that shitty cassette tape until last night
When I caught a glimpse of your lips on hers and I lost my focus
I couldn't compose my mind
When you tore out the stitches I labored over to suppress my emotions
I had only ever showed you mine
And your cigarette smoke, it sticks to my clothes
Like the words I stole, and wrote off as my own
Shortness of breath, carcinogens bled out from your chest
In and out, breath through your mouth
Take in what you can and just throw the rest out
Your ball and chain is keeping me here
When I just want to run away
Charm and wit has a tighter grip than
my conscious will ever muster up anyway
Victim of my inability to stand up for myself and push the guilt away
And your cigarette smoke, it sticks to my clothes
Like the words I stole, and wrote off as my own
And your cigarette smoke, it sticks to my clothes
Just like the words I stole, and wrote off as my own
Is it my sad mental state that creates the pit in my stomach
That puts the fault on mine?
Maybe it was fate that I forgot to give
you that shitty cassette tape until last night
When I caught a glimpse of your lips on hers and I lost my focus
I couldn't compose my mind
When you tore out the stitches I labored over to suppress my emotions
I had only ever showed you mine
And your cigarette smoke, it sticks to my clothes
Like the words I stole, and wrote off as my own
Shortness of breath, carcinogens bled out from your chest
In and out, breath through your mouth
Take in what you can and just throw the rest out
Your ball and chain is keeping me here
When I just want to run away
Charm and wit has a tighter grip than
my conscious will ever muster up anyway
Victim of my inability to stand up for myself and push the guilt away
And your cigarette smoke, it sticks to my clothes
Like the words I stole, and wrote off as my own
And your cigarette smoke, it sticks to my clothes
Just like the words I stole, and wrote off as my own
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Writer(s): Avery Lynn Springer
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