Delicate Roots

Maybe I could be your superhero, set if off in the end

Swinging from the edifice and landing in the palm of your hand

Or maybe I could be some old forgotten trinket put on a shelf

Moving it from here and there 'til pride's the only thing you got left

Delicate roots

These are the lines in my room

Collecting the dust

Come way too close and I'll shoot

I'll shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, ooh

Clean-cut like a razor blade, you sting just like a sore in my mouth

Body like a bottle made no effort any way to stand out

You say nobody's perfect but my filter wouldn't work in a drought

Our levels of perception had me moving even further down South

Delicate roots

These are the lines in my room

Collecting the dust

Come way too close and I'll shoot

I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot

I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot

I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot

I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot

I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot

I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot

I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot

I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot

I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot

I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot

Maybe

Maybe, just maybe

Maybe

Hey, yeah

Maybe I could be your superhero, set it off in the end

Swinging from the edifice and landing in the palm of your hand (oh-oh)

Or maybe I could be a trinket on a shelf

Moving here from there

Pride's the only thing you got left, yeah, yeah