Salt

How did it come to this?

When I'm with you I feel like I don’t exist

You built up a wall

You’re cleaning out

Keep one foot in the past

When i'm with you I feel like I drive you mad

Am I killing you soft?

I’m just pissing you off

Does it even have to go there?

I know you never could

I know I asked for this

Cause I'm a masochist

Burning up in my sunlight

I’ll peel your skin off if that feels alright

“Sick of talking to you”

Feels like salt in the wound

Who am I kidding?

Jump through hoops trying to hold onto my hand

Cause when I'm with you, I understand