Ask Me Anything

Will you come in and ask how I am
So I can lie to you
When I bury my stomach beneath the floor boards
Just to settle my guilt
I know about the dirt that sticks under your nails
Cut your fingers off rather than solve it
And maybe if we keep on kissin'
You won't ask me anything
Anything
Will you come in and ask about me
So I can lie
And when I bury myself beneath your floor
Will you ask me why
I know about your hands
And how you would hide them from me
And I know that you'd rather deal with yourself than talk to me
Than talk to me about anything



Credits
Writer(s): Mckenzie Iazzetta
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