TEXTURAL STUFF

I won't fuck this time around

Won't fuck this time around

And I won't make a sound

You know I won't make a sound

I won't fuck this time around

And I won't make a sound

We're standing on a cloud

And I don't want you out

No I don't want you out

Don't test my soul

I know you want control

So you pull my strings out of rhythm

You're desperate

You knew you couldn't wait

You pulled my strings out of rhythm

I won't fuck this time around

You won't give me light of day

What the fuck's this all about

I've got nothing left to say

Call it love you call it fake

Gave you more than you could take

Guess you had to demonstrate it

Your feelings that were faded

You showed me all your hatred

Don't test my soul

Cause' I can't take the fall

Yet you pull my strings out of rhythm

You're desperate

You knew you couldn't wait

You pulled my strings out of rhythm