Cue to Leave

Out in the cold
The stories you've told
Hang low like the ice in your throat
Preach to the deaf
Excuses are all that you have left
You berate and frustrate such a tiresome trait
Beating at a wall
Can you hear me at all?
Pausing to breath
The silence, I take my cue to leave

Hell-bent, matches I spent
Shining a light through the truth you invent
Cracks in the paint
Revealing more of the same

Dry as a bone
Your blistering skin grows thin
In the hole where you spin
Beneath sticks and stones
A space where your dreams can die alone
I behold a cold gaze of a fool, enough told
Try to stare me down through a blindfold of stone
Don't get so strong
You'll never accept that you were wrong

Hell-bent, matches I spent
Shining a light through the truth you invent
Cracks in the paint
Revealing more of the same

Hell-bent, matches I spent
Shining a light through the truth you invent
Cracks in the paint
Revealing more of the same



Credits
Writer(s): Ciaran Scanlon, Paul Howells, Jake Greenway, Benji Inkley, Tim Malkin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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