Ebs

Get a surgeon- cut the feeling out of- I don't mind the bleeding
Constant feeding I'm addicted- Leaving town yet so conflicted
On my way out through the back door, never thought of looking back or
Thinking of or finding reason- should I stay? Oh no, I'm leaving

Bring the past up far too often
All the dead thoughts rise from coffins
Coughin'- Wheezin'- Commit treason
On myself, no time for reason
Draw the shades and lock the front door
Turn around I'm asking for more
Give me some before I leave you
Wish I didn't want to please you

No strings attached? I do not trust it
Got me dancing like a puppet
Momentary secret lover
Past decisions tell me shove her
To the side and don't turn back
Or broken hearts you will attract
But I am soft and can't turn down
And now I'm dancing like a clown



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Writer(s): Andrew Saxton
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