They're only curtains
Imposed on my view
They only shake when they're spoken to, but still unable to move
I stood quiet with my shirt cut up
By intrusive thought
This voice doesn't fit in this mouth anymore, where it nursed yours
You could call me terminal
'Cause I've been burned before
I still feel the ache where the arm once was
Just another piece of myself cut off
Calling me a criminal
I've heard it all before
I only see myself when the room is dark
I've lived so long with a mouth so barbed
I could've cut it in half
Could've shared both parts
Could've helped myself
Instead of punching that car
I didn't want to make you cry every time
I spoke of myself like pesticide
And telling all my insides
Please be fucking quiet
Substituting torture for a balanced diet
I tried to speak in a common tongue
Whilst everyone around me had a different one
You could call me terminal
'Cause I've been burned before
I still feel the ache where the arm once was
Just another piece of myself cut off
And calling me a criminal
I've heard it all before
I only see myself when the room is dark
I've lived so long with a mouth so barbed
I know it's been a hard few months
I know I've been sharp under touch
Are you flinching?
I know it's been a hard few years
That I've been convincing myself that you're listening
I know it's been a hard few months
I know I've been sharp under touch
Are you flinching?
I know it's been a hard few years
That I've been convincing myself that you're listening
You could call me terminal
'Cause I've been burned before
I still feel the ache where the arm once was
Just another piece of myself cut off
And calling me a criminal
I've heard it all before
I only see myself when the room is dark
I've lived so long with a mouth so barbed
Calling me a criminal
I've heard it all before
I only see myself when the room is dark
I've lived so long with a mouth so barbed
