Bruises
Naked and broken
Baring your soul
That's where the truth is
At the bottom of it all
You pick up the phone, you're on the floor somewhere you shouldn't be
The less I know the better off is what you say back to me
I wanna know, I gotta know, I need to know
If you can make it home alive
What a lonely fight to fight for a feeling you don't have to hide
Cry for a reason, you don't have to cry
Every burden that you're choosing
Is a fantasy
Twisted tales that only you believe
Lie to your friends and all your family
Makeup won't cover your excuses
And doesn't cover up your bruises
Special occasions
Aren't on a Tuesday night
Justification is just a vacation
For your mind
You're blowing smoke up in the air like you're on fire, baby
Calling for help, don't know you need like the guns off to safety
I wanna know, I gotta know, I need to know
If you can make it home alive
What a lonely fight to fight for a feeling you don't have to hide
Cry for a reason, you don't have to cry
Every burden that you're choosing
Is a fantasy
Twisted tales that only you believe
Lie to your friends and all your family
Makeup won't cover your excuses
And doesn't cover up your bruises
(And doesn't cover up your bruises)
Inside, outside of your body
How did pain become your hobby?
Bruises, covered in bruises
How far you'd go to disappear
But I still see 'em, I see you, I see all your bruises
I see all your bruises
Baring your soul
That's where the truth is
At the bottom of it all
You pick up the phone, you're on the floor somewhere you shouldn't be
The less I know the better off is what you say back to me
I wanna know, I gotta know, I need to know
If you can make it home alive
What a lonely fight to fight for a feeling you don't have to hide
Cry for a reason, you don't have to cry
Every burden that you're choosing
Is a fantasy
Twisted tales that only you believe
Lie to your friends and all your family
Makeup won't cover your excuses
And doesn't cover up your bruises
Special occasions
Aren't on a Tuesday night
Justification is just a vacation
For your mind
You're blowing smoke up in the air like you're on fire, baby
Calling for help, don't know you need like the guns off to safety
I wanna know, I gotta know, I need to know
If you can make it home alive
What a lonely fight to fight for a feeling you don't have to hide
Cry for a reason, you don't have to cry
Every burden that you're choosing
Is a fantasy
Twisted tales that only you believe
Lie to your friends and all your family
Makeup won't cover your excuses
And doesn't cover up your bruises
(And doesn't cover up your bruises)
Inside, outside of your body
How did pain become your hobby?
Bruises, covered in bruises
How far you'd go to disappear
But I still see 'em, I see you, I see all your bruises
I see all your bruises
Credits
Writer(s): Ruslan Odnoralov, Paul Shelton, Annika Maurer
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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