To go to sleep, I depend on a knife
I'm waiting on a boy to save my life
Falling through fingers of someone I never knew
Before anything, we should've started with the truth
Effortless when I try to pull away
God knows it should never be that way
I'm pushing you and you're not pulling back through
After this, I'll be ready for the God damn truth
Moments turn and I'm sitting in a leather car
Your house from here seems really far
If only I could cross the railroad tracks
And not fear that one will follow my back
I wonder why strangers live in brainwashed worlds
Where happiness doesn't seem to faze a girl
Where dirt pulls into the streets and everything seems fine
Until you roll way out of line
My mother can't be home anymore than she can live
Finding an agonizing sweet taste in every sin
Where daughters aren't worth another trip to the phone
Where leaving meant never coming back home
