They found her bleeding on the floor Her lover's handprint on the door He'll say his passion drives him mad I care too much, please take me back again No matter how they spin it, it's a violent assault Confusing insecurity with the same need to control Why is it so low? Why is it so low? Insensitive tempo Insensitive tempo I hate excuses for their lies A crime of passion's still a crime, you know Don't ever shape your happiness by what they'll allow And never dim your light because it makes someone insecure Why is it so low? Why is it so low? Insensitive tempo Insensitive tempo Why is it so low? Why's the bar so low? All the red flags go unchecked When we're taught they're intimate Neon red flags glow when we don't give them weak excuses That's when we know how to see what you are What you are All we're doing is making excuses for All the cowards in sheepskin suits All we're doing is making excuses All we're doing is making excuses Are you listening to all their stories? Listening to what we allow in the name of love