Your frown is the shape my fists make,
Fingers tucked under because I'm enraged.
And my nails draw out blood the same color as my heart,
I'd never expected to fall apart.
And you called out my name, before the wood slammed on your face.
Aren't you ashamed? How can you still let slip my name?
I said some things are so overrated, why are things so complicated?
No such things as third chances, tell me where the hell my romance is?
I said some things are so overrated, why are things so complicated?
I still can't wash your touch away; scrub your lies off my face.
Aren't your legs tired of running back to me?
You're still so blinded from what I see.
I smell the bar upon your breath, and I see her head upon your chest.
I want to yell but I've got no more words, none that you haven't already heard.
Isn't it hysterical, that your tears are the same color as,
The bags I've already packed
I'm leaving this home of damned curses,
Before I find where my dreams Hurst is.
I said some things are so overrated, why are things so complicated?
There will be no chances; I've gone to find where my romance is.
I said some things are so overrated, so I'm making them less complicated.
I finally washed your touch away, and scrubbed your lies off my face.
Aren't your legs tired of running back to me?
You're still so blinded from what I see.
