I'm not

You call him a better man, I'm clay in the potter's hands

Now her, but I understand of your disposition

I stick to the furniture, the drink only makes it worse

You claw to define my worth

Now I'm feeling these ordinary feelings

None of any meaning, I'm sorry for it

And now you're leaving, hell-bent on your healing

Forced into believing you're better for it

I'm not ready for the consequence of your love

Ready for the consequence of

Losing the feeling you found in me, I get to feel it sometimes

I feast on the jealousy, the taste got the best of me

This trait is an ugly trait, hard now to admit it

My love was a pick-me-up, throwaway, can't escape

From the surface now

A short decay was in place, as you watched me drown

And now you're leaving, hell-bent on your healing

Forced into believing you're better for it

I'm not ready for the consequence of your love

Ready for the consequence of

Losing the feeling you found in me, I get to feel it sometimes

Losing the feeling you found in me, I get to feel it sometimes

Feasting on the love that you feed me

Hungry for the crumbs that your leaving

Just a little love that I needed

Just a little love, just a little love

I'm not ready for the consequence of your love

Ready for the consequence of

Losing the feeling you found in me, I get to feel it sometimes

Losing the feeling you found in me, I get to feel it sometimes