You're not a lion
Your shape and your design
When I am not your quiet place
I'm your voice run dry
Your last answer
Well, I swear it was mine
You said nothing's changed between us
So what the hell was I?
Something to pass the time
You never made it hard to please
Just good intent through crooked teeth
Offered me justice
Took it from my skin
Stripped down and left to
When you turned my face from them
I breathed
Heaven and I haven't spoken since
You never made it hard to please
Just good intent through crooked teeth
But I need spilling out
I'll pull a Rose, save myself
Have you grown tired of the things I say?
I know I have
Was the catch in your throat another way to say that?
Still don't know what it meant
Or what it cost you
What it came to
Or what I made of it
Are you tired of the shit I say yet?
You never were that hard to please
I'm good intent through crooked teeth
And I need spilling out
I'll pull a Rose, save myself
