Figure Eight
Soft tap at the door, you've done it again
Bipolar actions and no consequence
Lacking influence, but not apathy
Your stubborn pride follows where you lead
If I'm not up mourning, till dawn
I'll likely be gushing my prosaic song
Won't tell a soul, cause that's what you do
Bury the bones before they bury you
In a figure eight
Figuring it out
Burning head first
Headed for the ground
Eggshells on the floor at the rainy parade
Drafty hallways leading up to the charade
And you're like
An open floor concept with a gated fence
Every window open, doors locked in defense
In a figure eight
Figuring it out
Burning head first
Headed for the ground
It's always up and down
Say you don't like my attitude, you must hate yours
Cause you sowed the seeds of my very corpse
Say you don't like yourself, why should I like me
When I'm your carbon copy
Say you don't like my attitude, you must hate yours
Cause you sowed the seeds of my very corpse
Say you don't like yourself, why should I like me
When I'm your carbon copy
I love when neither of us are right
So instead of peace, we just fight
Why should I have to apologize
When you're the adult and I'm the child
In a figure eight
Figuring it out
Burning head first
Headed for the ground
Where do we go now
In a figure eight
Figuring it out
Burning head first
Headed for the ground
It's always up then back down
Bipolar actions and no consequence
Lacking influence, but not apathy
Your stubborn pride follows where you lead
If I'm not up mourning, till dawn
I'll likely be gushing my prosaic song
Won't tell a soul, cause that's what you do
Bury the bones before they bury you
In a figure eight
Figuring it out
Burning head first
Headed for the ground
Eggshells on the floor at the rainy parade
Drafty hallways leading up to the charade
And you're like
An open floor concept with a gated fence
Every window open, doors locked in defense
In a figure eight
Figuring it out
Burning head first
Headed for the ground
It's always up and down
Say you don't like my attitude, you must hate yours
Cause you sowed the seeds of my very corpse
Say you don't like yourself, why should I like me
When I'm your carbon copy
Say you don't like my attitude, you must hate yours
Cause you sowed the seeds of my very corpse
Say you don't like yourself, why should I like me
When I'm your carbon copy
I love when neither of us are right
So instead of peace, we just fight
Why should I have to apologize
When you're the adult and I'm the child
In a figure eight
Figuring it out
Burning head first
Headed for the ground
Where do we go now
In a figure eight
Figuring it out
Burning head first
Headed for the ground
It's always up then back down
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Writer(s): Sophie Burford
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