All your composure shows is you know how to lie. You know how it goes.
All your conviction says is there's a crutch on your lip and a hole in my chest.
Asking your friends where you hang.
Been thinking of new routes and ways
Still saw you the other day. Buried my head, covered my face.
And I just need you to know-
Though I'm not wrapped around your finger,
Sometimes I seem to linger around your front door.
I don't know what I'm looking for.
All your conviction says is there's a crutch on your lip and a hole in my chest.
Asking your friends where you hang.
Been thinking of new routes and ways
Still saw you the other day. Buried my head, covered my face.
And I just need you to know-
Though I'm not wrapped around your finger,
Sometimes I seem to linger around your front door.
I don't know what I'm looking for.