Caution
Caution, I'm bad at choosing sides
But don't you wanna be here? Am I not what you like
Cause I'm obsessed now, emotionally poor
Just a gentle politick fit for teeth right on the bone
Maybe when you're home
But it comes back this way like you want
It's a nervous thing to say, so don't talk
I want what you're trying to say, so we can get okay
A hard time running away, am I crueler
Stop it, it's all in how you sigh
And take the thought of leaving, the green on simple life
But it's a mess now, I'm sorry that you're cold
An overwhelming part of me that consumes everything you own
Feeding all alone
But it comes back this way like you want
It's a nervous thing to say, so don't talk
I want what you're trying to say, so we can get okay
A hard time running away, am I crueler
Caution
Caution
Caution
And as I struggle to find the meaning in words
Softly killing your breathless emotion
Getting torn in the heat of what you say
No more will I save, no more will I fake
For what a conscious lie is, a memory becomes
Distorting rhythms in a place undone
For what a conscious lie is, a memory becomes
Distorting rhythms in a place undone
But don't you wanna be here? Am I not what you like
Cause I'm obsessed now, emotionally poor
Just a gentle politick fit for teeth right on the bone
Maybe when you're home
But it comes back this way like you want
It's a nervous thing to say, so don't talk
I want what you're trying to say, so we can get okay
A hard time running away, am I crueler
Stop it, it's all in how you sigh
And take the thought of leaving, the green on simple life
But it's a mess now, I'm sorry that you're cold
An overwhelming part of me that consumes everything you own
Feeding all alone
But it comes back this way like you want
It's a nervous thing to say, so don't talk
I want what you're trying to say, so we can get okay
A hard time running away, am I crueler
Caution
Caution
Caution
And as I struggle to find the meaning in words
Softly killing your breathless emotion
Getting torn in the heat of what you say
No more will I save, no more will I fake
For what a conscious lie is, a memory becomes
Distorting rhythms in a place undone
For what a conscious lie is, a memory becomes
Distorting rhythms in a place undone
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Writer(s): Chris Pilkey
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