Insults

It's all in your head

It's all in your head

Those thoughts are better left unsaid

A better way to blame the confusion

A good escape from motivation

Make place for the certainty coming

No space for needed rest

A soft way to enjoy me hurting

And say "who could have guessed?"

Just asking for a little chance

When insult is all you know

You'll have to let me go

When insult is all you know

You'll have to let me

Go

A cold barricade

A cold barricade

Around each side of our lonely bed

A faster way to avoid a reflection

To hide and deny the adoration

The adoration

A sad face to forbid me from hoping

For just a little white flag at best

Continue to scratch deeper the feeling

Like a stab wound in the chest

Just asking for a little chance

When insult is all you know

You'll have to let me go