Dangers Tire
I'm talking down to you
You're talking down to me but
Neither of us are listening
I'll kick up a fuss
It's all so dangerous so
Pick yourself up
It's what you always talked about
Or did you lie to me
Did you lie and lie your way to some hollow victory
Did you ever want to understand or
Do you just want to break someone's back
Up and down my own body
I'm frightened to believe
That you
Tell me you're who I want to hear
And I'm scared
I don't know who that is my dear
No ones walking us home
No ones talking on the phone anymore
No ones kicking down the door baby
We're all just scared
You're so despicable
Overrated and hypocritical
I want you to fall down a fucking hole
Don't you ever understate it again
I'd be happier without you
Up and down my own body
I'm frightened to believe
That you
Tell me you're who I want to hear
And I'm scared
I don't know who that is my dear
No ones walking us home
No ones talking on the phone anymore
No ones kicking down the door baby
We're all just scared
(No ones walking us home)
(No ones talking on the phone)
(No ones kicking down the door baby)
(We're all just scared)
All these dangers tire
Of a souvenir, it's expired
No more rage of the dire
Oh it's a new beginning for a lucky few
So many people tire
Before they get here, it's inspired
These lonely nights are mine
This fantasy in my head, for another night
You're talking down to me but
Neither of us are listening
I'll kick up a fuss
It's all so dangerous so
Pick yourself up
It's what you always talked about
Or did you lie to me
Did you lie and lie your way to some hollow victory
Did you ever want to understand or
Do you just want to break someone's back
Up and down my own body
I'm frightened to believe
That you
Tell me you're who I want to hear
And I'm scared
I don't know who that is my dear
No ones walking us home
No ones talking on the phone anymore
No ones kicking down the door baby
We're all just scared
You're so despicable
Overrated and hypocritical
I want you to fall down a fucking hole
Don't you ever understate it again
I'd be happier without you
Up and down my own body
I'm frightened to believe
That you
Tell me you're who I want to hear
And I'm scared
I don't know who that is my dear
No ones walking us home
No ones talking on the phone anymore
No ones kicking down the door baby
We're all just scared
(No ones walking us home)
(No ones talking on the phone)
(No ones kicking down the door baby)
(We're all just scared)
All these dangers tire
Of a souvenir, it's expired
No more rage of the dire
Oh it's a new beginning for a lucky few
So many people tire
Before they get here, it's inspired
These lonely nights are mine
This fantasy in my head, for another night
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Writer(s): Samuel Baird
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