Needles

Friday night mourning
Dressed in black and by the door
Waiting as my worst best friend was born
I hate getting nervous
But we get what we deserve
What kind of victim do you take me for?

This is not my fault
This is all my fault

You speak so softly, I think too loud
I'm still shaking when the beat slows down
Maybe I'm making knives out of needles
Either way I'm bleeding out
Either way I'm bleeding out

Flashing lights, jaded eyes
Bottles full of wasted time
Crying 'cause the world just isn't fair
Got a strong will, but a weak spine
And these don't feel like butterflies
Would everything feel better if I didn't care?

This is not my fault
This is all my fault

You speak so softly, I think too loud
I'm still shaking when the beat slows down
Maybe I'm making knives out of needles
Either way I'm bleeding out
Either way I'm bleeding out

Please don't say it's nice to meet me
We both know this is goodbye
I'll be choking on the fears
I know I shouldn't verbalize
Please don't say it's nice to meet me
I can't even say goodbye
No one needs to spend their evening
Waiting for my terror to subside

You speak so softly, I think too loud
I'm still shaking when the beat slows down
Maybe I'm making knives out of needles
Either way I'm bleeding out
Either way

You speak so softly, I think too loud
I'm still shaking when the beat slows down
Maybe I'm making knives out of needles
Either way I'm bleeding out
Either way I'm bleeding out
Either way I'm bleeding out
Either way I'm bleeding out



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Writer(s): Audrey Dianne Scantlin
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