Your house, the coffee tastes like dirt
Not because I’m hurt, that’s just what it tastes like
Dirt roads, remind me of my skin
Not because I’m wasting away
With the gravel you ground in, that’s what it feels like
I won’t be sorry, won’t go moping around
In fact I’m doing quite well for now
there’s something giving up, that sounds so bitter sweet
Think I’ll throw in the towel right now (but fold it nice and neat)
I’ll lay low on the ground and I’ll be on my feet
When I can breathe, when I’m good and ready
This tree, with lovers heart engraved
Not because I’m lonely, just because I hate it Sunshine digs underneath my nails
Not because I’m burning all my hopes
Scorching all my faith, as far as I can tell
And I’m not bitter, I’m not mouthing off words
Look at my face, believe me now
there’s something giving up, that sounds so bitter sweet
Think I’ll throw in the towel right now (but fold it nice and neat)
I’ll lay low on the ground and I’ll be on my feet
When I can breathe, when I’m good and ready
there’s something giving up, that sounds so bitter sweet
Think I’ll throw in the towel right now (but fold it nice and neat)
I’ll lay low on the ground and I’ll be on my feet
When I can breathe, when I’m good and ready