Legs In A Snare

You got me wrapped around your finger

Am I still the one you want

Am I still the one you want

Am I still the one you want

You can see my wing span

Buckled at the knees and

Sorrow in the sheep's eye

Shaking in the ring's hand

I can feel my breaks fail

Knowing it was pre-planned

I can lose my grip just as soon as I got it

So I'm taking down the pictures

And I'm packing up the clothes

I'm at the bottom of the barrel

I'm thinking how long I can go

Go on and on and on and on and on and on

And on and on and on and on and on and on and on

Myself the flip

I got my hands cupped begging me for it

I bought the land in between a vice grip

Always to blame looking for a quick fix

If it's one day away I'm already so sick

I made a crop circle for ya

I drew your face in the green grass

You know I couldn't ignore ya

It's always just how it is

And does it really matter when

Things come unglued

Something falls apart

Holding on to you

It's the reason my

Vision tunnels out

Two weeks passing by

Bodies in the house

Taking down the pictures

And packing up the clothes

I'm at the bottom of the barrel

I'm thinking how long I can go

Till you're done with me

And when you're done with me

And when you're done with it all

You turn the tv off

And mail the phone away

I'm going under it

Oh it's force I take

I'm so seductionless

But you had bought the fake

I can't forget the feel

Oh it's your love pushing me off the roof

I got my hands out reaching for the balconies

And my reflections in windows look just like the flip book

I got my lips pursed kissing the mascarons

And I'm done

Begging for what I don't deserve and

And shoveling my voice out

Till it's deep

Enough to blot

Me out

And I'm still here

I made a crop circle for ya

I drew your face in the green grass

You know I couldn't ignore ya

It's always just how it is