Album: Coma Heart
I know we'll regret this war of words
A siren overhead getting louder (getting louder, getting louder)
Shot me a glance, a knowing smile, like you were deep in my brain
I took the damaged pieces of your broken heart
I fixed you up but now I'm crawling
And my resistance meant nothing to you
'Cause you said the word and I was under
You gave me few reasons to endure
And I felt the grind of my sympathy corroding with my anger
We knew the score, but I had no time
For you to reap the rewards of your game
You fell on the floor with a dying breath; your final act
I picked you up, but now I'm stalling
And my resistance meant nothing to you
'Cause you said the word and I was under
Standing ovations meant nothing to you
'Cause you think the worst no matter what I do
In the likely event of a confrontation
To avoid a scene, I might have to play dead again
Play dead again
If this was real, don't you think that I'd react?
But I fight a battle with your lines
And I would improvise my script for the last time
As an unidentified reaction teases my skin
I look up to face you knowing the opposition
I'm no longer battle ready, I rest my case
I'm no longer battle ready, I rest my case
I rest my case