The Bends
Cross my arms
Shake my head
As I let you come back again
All alarms
Flashing red
I should be turning 'round instead
Here we are
At the end
Of a rope that's thin as thread
At the start
Of the mend
Your love is giving me the bends
And my spine is filling
Up with mal-intent
And my lungs are spilling
Out my final breath
My precious breath
Break apart
My intent
Dissect the meaning that I meant
Who we are
What I said
When my face was burning red
Forging on
No regret
At least that's what I'll pretend
Write a song
Streaked with pen
Now my face is soaking wet
And my spine is filling
Up with mal-intent
And my lungs are spilling
Out my final breath
My precious breath
And my spine is filling
Up with mal-intent
And my lungs are spilling
Out my final breath
My precious breath
Ooh ooh, oh no
Ooh ooh, oh I'll pretend
Ooh ooh, oh no
Ooh ooh, oh I'll pretend it all
And my spine is all wrong
But I'll pretend
And my lungs are not strong
But I'll pretend it all
And my spine is filling
Up with mal-intent
And my lungs are spilling
Out my final breath
My precious breath
And my spine is filling
Up with mal-intent
And my lungs are spilling
Out my final breath
My precious breath
Shake my head
As I let you come back again
All alarms
Flashing red
I should be turning 'round instead
Here we are
At the end
Of a rope that's thin as thread
At the start
Of the mend
Your love is giving me the bends
And my spine is filling
Up with mal-intent
And my lungs are spilling
Out my final breath
My precious breath
Break apart
My intent
Dissect the meaning that I meant
Who we are
What I said
When my face was burning red
Forging on
No regret
At least that's what I'll pretend
Write a song
Streaked with pen
Now my face is soaking wet
And my spine is filling
Up with mal-intent
And my lungs are spilling
Out my final breath
My precious breath
And my spine is filling
Up with mal-intent
And my lungs are spilling
Out my final breath
My precious breath
Ooh ooh, oh no
Ooh ooh, oh I'll pretend
Ooh ooh, oh no
Ooh ooh, oh I'll pretend it all
And my spine is all wrong
But I'll pretend
And my lungs are not strong
But I'll pretend it all
And my spine is filling
Up with mal-intent
And my lungs are spilling
Out my final breath
My precious breath
And my spine is filling
Up with mal-intent
And my lungs are spilling
Out my final breath
My precious breath
Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Bradshaw
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