Emily C. Browning - On Me Lyrics

(I guess that would be)
Howling at the moon
In the mood to be mad at you
Pacing up and down
In my room
Fake fighting with you
You moved in
Living in my head
You're all consuming
(And that's funny cause you can't stand a freeloader)
And I guess that would be
On me
And I guess that would be
On me
I'm afraid to stop
Practicing what I could say
When you come up
Don't wanna dry up when the moment's right
And die on a big hill that I can't
Articulate, it's too late
Can't win this way
So I
I guess that would be
On me
And I guess that would be
On me
And I guess that would be
On me
And I guess that would be
On me
You say some shit
Lay it on thick
Test out your bad mouth on a crowd
And no one calls you out
So maybe I should leave
Eliminate the bait to entertain your fallacy
(I won't give it to ya)
And I guess that would be
On me
And I guess that would be
On me
And I guess that would be
On me
And I guess that would be
On me