And I try my best to recognize
The differences between
And I find it harder to face myself
With the truth that's underneath
It's like there's a canvas
That wasn't filled
It's like there's a brush that wouldn't yield
Any good answers or anything right
So
Take your place
And go home now
I'll be ready for the next storm
And I'll hate every second of it
While I tell you that I'm fine
I know I'm right
So
Take your place
And go home
Anyways it's been a minute since you last called
Can't recall your name or the reason that I thought all
The messages we sent would mean anything at all
I guess there's pleasure in the pain
That's the reason that I
Thought I'd pull the knife out give it back watch again
Drive it through my chest
While I love the way it burns
And I miss the way it hurt
And I miss the way it stung
But now I don't give a f*ck
That's the lesson that I've learned
I was filling it with salt
Til the particles dispersed
But I guess that it was fiction
And I had to close the book
There was the person that I knew until I took a second look
Now you're gone
Take your place (And I try my best to recognize)
And go home now (The differences between)
I'll be ready for the next storm (And I find it harder to face myself with the truth that's underneath)
And I'll hate every second of it (It's like there's a canvas that wasn't filled)
While I tell you that I'm fine (It's like there's a brush that wouldn't yield)
I know I'm right (Any good answers or anything right)
So
Take your place
And go home now