4:2

4:2

I’m the bad guy
I’m the one who breaks your heart
Rips the rug out of the underneath...
Here it comes from blindside
And we’re dancing round the fault
To a beat tectonic, playing

Pull a thread on my sweater
It will fall apart
It won’t make it better

I don’t wanna hurt you like I hurt myself
A sadist playing for two
Keeping all my secrets pretty on the shelf
It’s heavy and I’m breaking for two
I’m breaking for two, two, two…

There's a moment
When I lock myself outside
When you shut me out one too many times
Standing still in traffic, apathetic habits
That only i can see

Paper cups spilling wine on white carpets
Empty houses filled with so much promise
Paper cups spilling blood on the carpet
I fought with all that I am, do you say the same
(Can you say the same?)