Over You

[Grieves] The fruit of happiness falls at the feet of agony You push your pins in the replica you have of me I look at you and can't figure out what attracted me to such an ugly, terrible person Girl, you are past belief But all of that is trivial Running with a hand full of scissor down a slippery hill Old clock radio sitting on the windowsill allowing me to listening to the music while our time together gets me killed Maybe i'm just dumb Or maybe I believe in something you assume is never gonna come My last thread wrapped around your thumb playing "take another step" and I swear to god I'll snap it right in front of you Soaked Your taking me for granted I don't know if anybody's told you but your damaged Heart made of granite that's bleeding through the bandages and judging by your smile it's been going exactly just how you planned it It's sick [Hook] Why you gotta push me to the limit? Why you gotta hold me down? You're quicksand, you're a sinkhole Your'e the fall beneath my stand Got me falling out of love and trying to land [B. Lewis] You're a sickness, you're a fever You're the itch beneath my skin You're a virus, you're a cancer Making my world spin You're a toxin, and infectious And it rots me to the bone And I don't know Just how to get over you [x2] [Grieves] Your pain swells inside of you like a cyclone Dragging your nails across my back like a fine comb We found each other at the bottom of a mine hole Where you were trying to get a blood diamond out of my coal Digging, pushing, trying to find my tipping point You toss me up and spin me round like a flipping coin I've tried leaving Every time that I hit the door I'm turning right around like I've forgotten what I went there for Shit, maybe I'm a moron Or maybe I enjoy being the flame your lighter fluid is poured on I keep swimming till the shore's gone Either I'm a drown in the moment or disappear to the foreground You reel me in and cast me out that's the way it goes I call it love you turn your back and tell me no one knows I know it's killing me And judging by your clothes you've been waiting for a funeral to go to I'm fucking sick of it [Hook]