All Motive, No (E)motion

Her shelf life is starting to go out
They said to go back home
She wants to stand her ground
But doesn't wanna do it alone

Wildflowers start to grow
From the pavement in her hips
I couldn't touch your soul
So I settled for your ribs

I try to fill the hollow
But you're stuck in my throat
These words are hard to swallow
So I choke
I thought you knew
Not to cast the first stone
I'm more than muscle
More than bone

I'd crawl my way to you
But I've got four left feet
Why do I think looking good
Means feeling cold and empty

Stop spoiling tender words
With the stinging of her name
You cut out my whole tongue
And said hers looked the same

I try to fill the hollow
But you're stuck in my throat
These words are hard to swallow
So I choke
I thought you knew
Not to cast the first stone
I'm more than muscle
More than bone

Can you keep your promises
'Cause I don't think you can
If I'm being honest I've
Forgotten who I am
Yeah I'll put a lens around
Your open heart
So you can let an audience
Watch you fall apart



Credits
Writer(s): Alison Sloan
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