Bent

Could I drown you out with gin?
Could I burn you out with a flint?
On your cigarette
I'm wearing thin
I wish I never did begin

To believe
Why did I believe?

Your words that were sweeter
Than the songs I'd sing
You made me feel "love"
But "love" and love aren't the same thing
One's just an idea
The other is a real feeling
Right now I'm bent, about to be broken
Bent, about to be broken

Would you kindly move away?
If I begged you not to stay
I cannot comprehend
How you're okay
And how your ears
They fail to hear me say

I wish I never did believe
Why did I believe?

Your words

Your words that were sweeter
Than the songs I'd sing
You made me feel "love"
But "love" and love aren't the same thing
One's just an idea
The other is a real feeling
Right now I'm bent, about to be broken
Bent, about to be broken

You were supposed to be my tape
Hold all my broken parts together
Thought you would bend me into shape
I'll never let anyone closer



Credits
Writer(s): Krysta D'souza
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