I'm sick of your shit
I don't care that you're tired
I'm done chasing fires, all year long
Tell me which way should I go
I'm up in the creek
And I'm sorry I'm crying
I don't mean to distract you
From fighting your very own war
Counting the days till I
Find the right words
Lips touching skin, on my ribs
I can see the marks gone
Tell me how long, tell me how long
I'm not losing grip
In the heat of the moment
I don't know where the time went
But I can feel it in my core
Counting the days till I
Find the right words
Lips touching skin, on my ribs
I can see the marks go
Tell me how long, tell me how long
Tell me how long, tell me how long
Tell me how long, tell me how long
Tell me how long, tell me how long
