Creative Liberty
I am colourblind
Looking into your eyes
Who is responsible
For the misshapen yellow brick road
You took creative liberty
All the friends that you have, they used to love me and
I am not the people who like hurting you but (I don't like hurting you)
Even your own cold shoulder can turn to blue
I am cracked up and cold (I am cracked up and cold)
Please grab the alcohol
Who is responsible
I guess I will never know
When your body is the one that is hurting you
Who do you have to turn to and
Nothing that I say is ever unheard of but
Even your own cold shoulder deserves some love
Sick in the head sick in my bed you lied again and again (Again)
Sick of this torture, cut the string and it's over if you wanted me crazy, I am (I am)
It didn't work, both of us hurt, what was the point, I'm just annoyed
(Sick in the head sick in my bed you lied again and again)
Tell everyone, go get your gun, who's next in line to pity this time
(Sick of this torture, cut the string and it's over if you wanted me crazy, I am)
You took creative liberty
Why did I think that meant you wanted me and
I am not fucked up but that's what you made me believe (Made me believe)
You took creative liberty
All the friends that you have, they used to love me and
I am not fucked up but that's what you made me believe
Looking into your eyes
Who is responsible
For the misshapen yellow brick road
You took creative liberty
All the friends that you have, they used to love me and
I am not the people who like hurting you but (I don't like hurting you)
Even your own cold shoulder can turn to blue
I am cracked up and cold (I am cracked up and cold)
Please grab the alcohol
Who is responsible
I guess I will never know
When your body is the one that is hurting you
Who do you have to turn to and
Nothing that I say is ever unheard of but
Even your own cold shoulder deserves some love
Sick in the head sick in my bed you lied again and again (Again)
Sick of this torture, cut the string and it's over if you wanted me crazy, I am (I am)
It didn't work, both of us hurt, what was the point, I'm just annoyed
(Sick in the head sick in my bed you lied again and again)
Tell everyone, go get your gun, who's next in line to pity this time
(Sick of this torture, cut the string and it's over if you wanted me crazy, I am)
You took creative liberty
Why did I think that meant you wanted me and
I am not fucked up but that's what you made me believe (Made me believe)
You took creative liberty
All the friends that you have, they used to love me and
I am not fucked up but that's what you made me believe
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Writer(s): Molly Mcnulty
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