Lyrics

I think I'm starting to get the picture My old habits are making it tough for me to stay And I'm always losing composure Your opinions keep me from ever being or ever feeling safe Harsh words are hard to swallow But you were never really one to let things go You'd fight against the curve of the earth where the sun sets Your last breath spent cutting down the cobwebs Conflict of interests (It's not me, it's just that you've got nothing to say) Let it carry you away Thin air, the moral high ground (It's not me, it's just that you've thrown it all away) Choking out evеry word I say Cause I can't fight to save my life But I can try