Back to You

Those dirty things you said to me

Still hang above my bed

Climb down from the ceiling

Rest upon my head

Oh, the painting on my walls

Like works of art gone wrong

And I'm wondering, babe

When it's coming back to you

I'm reaching like a baby

Tugging on your sleeve

Missing all the good things, honey

I'm too small to see

Oh, my arms they get so tired

Hanging on this wire

Why won't you catch me? Ooh

And I'm wondering when it's coming back to you

Oh, and I'm wondering when it's coming back to you

Oh no

And I'm tied up

Tired with feeling sorry for myself

And you also lie cause it don't faze you

And my god that ball and chain you swing around

To stake you claim ain't gonna save you

Oh

I know what goes around comes back around

Comes back around

You words they sound like dirt to me

You scraped up off the ground

And it gets hard to breath when it's stuck between your teeth

Don't look to me now

Don't look to me now

Cause I'm not coming back to you, oh no

No, I'm not coming back to you

And I'm tied up

Tired with feeling sorry for myself

And you also lie cause it don't faze you

And my god that ball and chain you swing around

To stake you claim ain't gonna save you

Oh no, oh no, oh no

Cause I'm not coming back to you, oh no

No, I'm not coming back to you, no