Soft Words

Heavy set, silhouette in peripheral
Main ways, so game day is in the air
Front seat, nose bleeds, it's just principle
So keen, small things'll make 'em stare (you talk 'bout)

You talkin' 'bout how you love this place a lot more than me
But scars on your wrists tell stories that make you hard to believe
Truth hurts, soft words, didn't mean to make you bleed

Spoke so deep, black sheep
You could bend a telephone pole with a call (but you never do)
No more please, just speak
I wonder how you live inside them paper thin walls

I just tell myself
These cuts gonna heal them self
If I look away
If I look away

(Wake that boy up)
(I said wake that boy up)

Heavy set, silhouette in peripheral
Main ways, so game day is in the air
Front seat, nose bleeds, it's just principle
So keen, small things'll make 'em stare (you talk 'bout)

(Wake that boy up) you talk 'bout, you talk 'bout
(Wake that boy up) you talk 'bout

I just tell myself
These cuts gonna heal them self
If I look away
If I look away



Credits
Writer(s): Brent De La Cruz
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