It's like loving a lion that cannot be tamed
I snap at the thought or the sound of your name
Pulling teeth from my stomach
you've been eaten alive
My blood fills your lungs
my soul, your inside
My feet they stand on ashes
from the fires that you've made
Burning bridges
just to save your face
If I say I wouldn't be hostile
could you say you would do the same?
If we're all made just a little bit broken
tell me who is to blame?
I'm sensing a feeling picking wounds of regret
that left alone there's no scarring ill dig & ill dig
scratching & itching ill keep biting my lip
from this pain that I'm feeling
picking wounds of regret
A cut cannot heal
unless you leave it alone
I'll open mine daily
leaving bones exposed
If I say I wouldn't be hostile
could you say you would do the same?
If we're all made just a little bit broken
tell me who is to blame?
Standing on ashes from the fires you've made
burning your bridges just to save your face
Wounds of regret
If I say I wouldn't be hostile
could you say you would do the same?
If we're all made just a little bit broken
tell me who is to blame?
We're broken, imperfect
we were all made the same
We're broken, imperfect
we are all to blame
I snap at the thought or the sound of your name
Pulling teeth from my stomach
you've been eaten alive
My blood fills your lungs
my soul, your inside
My feet they stand on ashes
from the fires that you've made
Burning bridges
just to save your face
If I say I wouldn't be hostile
could you say you would do the same?
If we're all made just a little bit broken
tell me who is to blame?
I'm sensing a feeling picking wounds of regret
that left alone there's no scarring ill dig & ill dig
scratching & itching ill keep biting my lip
from this pain that I'm feeling
picking wounds of regret
A cut cannot heal
unless you leave it alone
I'll open mine daily
leaving bones exposed
If I say I wouldn't be hostile
could you say you would do the same?
If we're all made just a little bit broken
tell me who is to blame?
Standing on ashes from the fires you've made
burning your bridges just to save your face
Wounds of regret
If I say I wouldn't be hostile
could you say you would do the same?
If we're all made just a little bit broken
tell me who is to blame?
We're broken, imperfect
we were all made the same
We're broken, imperfect
we are all to blame