I'm Not Wearing Black Because Somebody Died, But Because Something Inside Me Has (If You Wanted Me In A Coffin, You Should've Said So Earlier)

These stitches on my heart

Are getting tight with every sew

And what you did was pretty low as far as harsh felonies go

She came guns-a-blazin

Everybody hit the deck

Respiration all but lost

When all I wanted was a breath

All this hate can fill a casket

Fair maiden fit for disaster

With a bitter tinge of malintent

Which of us breaks the fastest

All depends on who had morale solid in the first place

The psycho ward's admitted yet another fool

Is it me? Or is it crowded

Lung capacity is full

If silence is golden

Maybe we should've never spoken

Could've broke this off before tears hit the floor

I'm a runner up when it comes to-

Pouring my emotions through the pen

The page is soaked

Doc, my screams are becoming phlemy

Surgically repair my throat

If I never speak again

Then let this be my last retort:

"You may have left home with the medal but I was the better sport"

Please degrade me for my judgment

Medicate me till I stumblin over more than words that slip the tongue

Your love changed so sudden

Now the only call you'll get is me calling your bluff

And-

The psycho ward's admitted yet another fool

Is it me? Or is it crowded

Lung capacity is full

If silence is golden

Maybe we should've never spoken

Could've broke this off before tears hit the floor

I'm a runner up when it comes-

To peeling my flesh to the cartilage

Revealing I never had any thick skin from the start of this

To take it to this length I would have to be a masochist

You think you got me pegged but lady you don't know the half of it

Pick a side

Pick a side

Quick reminder:

that you could have made a profit in politics cuz all you are is a liar

Pick a side pick a side

You won't find her