Cutting Room Floor - BoySetsFire

You’ve grown so far away

That nothing’s going to change

Pass hopeless silence

And exploited rage

Another toxic cycle

Another sleepless night

Another twisted alibi

To drive

And I’ve been standing by

Reminding myself of every lie

There’s nothing left, no remorse

This isn’t love this is a war

The fight was fixed at the front door

Of your cutting room floor

Nothing left, no remorse

This isn’t love this is a war

The fight was fixed at the front door

Of your cutting room floor

And I know I’m right

But I’m sick of screaming

At a wall of silence

While you wash your hands clean

Another toxic cycle

Another sleepless night

Another twisted alibi

To drive

And I’ve been standing by

Reminding myself of every lie

There’s nothing left, no remorse

This isn’t love this is a war

The fight was fixed at the front door

Of your cutting room floor

Nothing left, no remorse

This isn’t love this is a war

The fight was fixed at the front door

Of your cutting room floor

There’s nothing left

Another toxic cycle

Another sleepless night

Another twisted alibi

Another toxic cycle

Another sleepless night

Reminding myself of every lie

(This is a war!)

There’s nothing left, no remorse

This isn’t love this is a war

The fight was fixed at the front door

Of your cutting room floor

There’s nothing left, no remorse

This isn’t love this is a war

The fight was fixed at the front door

Of your cutting room floor