The Wolf

I made excuses for you I've got bruises for you, uh But I've been keeping score of Every heart you're chewing up And I should have told you how deep it cut A promise broken, a sucker punch But I'm not someone who says enough When it should open, keep my mouth shut You're the wolf Dressed in low tops, tryna play God Pitiful Stuck in black sheep that you can't keep Cover up the bones you forgot to bury That's the kind of shit you pull When you're the wolf Dressed in low tops but you know I'm not That kind of vulnerable That kind of vulnerable I'm picking up the pieces I wanna keep around to cut Up all of your opinions You're probably keeping a list of Your claws get sharper, your heart goes numb Your eyes get darker, your makeup runs I'll be the martyr, you're out for blood You're out for blood, you're out for blood You're the wolf Dressed in low tops, tryna play God Pitiful Stuck in black sheep that you can't keep Cover up the bones you forgot to bury That's the kind of shit you pull When you're the wolf Dressed in low tops but you know I'm not That kind of vulnerable That kind of vulnerable You're the wolf Dressed in low tops, tryna play God Pitiful Stuck in black sheep that you can't keep Digging up the dirt in the cemetery Boy, you keep a graveyard full When you're the wolf Dressed in low tops but you know I'm not That kind of vulnerable That kind of vulnerable