Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Meagan Aversa
Songwriter
Jon Savard
Songwriter
Texty
Leaving
Always leaving the details out
The distance between my front steps
And the things you lie about
I could cut my skin on either
A contest of dexterity
Which one would dig deeper?
A secret I can't keep
I've got nothing planned
But to wait around
Until you decide to show up, hang your head
And shut me out
No space to turn around
Only to comply
Grow on walls in crowded rooms
And hope that you'll walk by
Check my coat at the door
Because by the end of the night
There's too much for my hands to hold
And I feel my blood thinning as time goes by
I guess I've gotten used to the cold
Handing my guts out as makeshift ropes
I'm enamoured by going home
But if that's what it took, I'm sure I could've grown
So you wouldn't have to go it alone
Why do I have to choose between you and the light?
I'm sick of always checking locks twice
Don't you think breaking my bones would have sufficed
Did you have to let me get out alive?
Written by: Jon Savard, Meagan Aversa

