Breadcrumbs

Breadcrumbs I pick one up, just to find another in the front of Your truck (gasp) That's not my glove If you're gonna do it, could you clean your mess up? Look at the time God we've been doing this dance for awhile Death by microfractures Rather we just shattered Put it in the past How can I when I'm still following tracks They lead to the present, here come all my questions Where did you go? And what did you do? And aren't you exhausted hiding the truth? You think that I bought it, you never knew When you lie you're leaving Breadcrumbs I pick one up, just to find another in the front of Your truck (gasp) That's not my glove If you're gonna do it could you clean your mess up I promise you a clean slate To get the truth, the whole plate But now it's far too late (but now it's far too late) I've got a stomach ache I know I've done everything that I can do Pressure cooker, I think the lids coming loose I feel crazy searching for clues in your tone Why do you sleep with your phone? Your messages know what I don't I have the pieces you have the cake And I'm getting sick with every taste When you lie you're leaving Breadcrumbs I pick one up, just to find another in the front of Your truck (gasp) That's not my glove If you're gonna do it, could you clean your mess up? I promise you a clean slate To get the truth, the whole plate But now it's far too late (but now it's far too late) I've got a stomach ache I thought that if you were honest (It would be okay) But now I know and I'm nauseous (Ya you're such a snake) In the end it's kinda funny (What a fucking waste) Waited so long for a sorry (Now it's far too late) Breadcrumbs I pick one up, just to find another in the front of Your truck (gasp) That's not my glove If you're gonna do it, could you clean your mess up? I promise you a clean slate To get the truth, the whole plate But now it's far too late (but now it's far too late) I've got a stomach ache I've got a stomach ache But now it's far too late