Return of the Quiet - Street Sects, Controlled Bleeding

Just put one in my head, I want you to

One in my head, I dare you to

Every day, I live for you

Every breath, I draw for you

Concerning what we began

I lactate and starve

While you’re still waiting for your moment

We could have anything we want

Except a better view

If our lives mean nothing

Then why is it so hard for you

Just put one in my head, I want you to

One in my head, I beg you to

Every day, another flash of hope

And then…

Back to the same old lie

Same layer of paint

Same look on your face while you undress

Like you’re hoping to find something else

Same old sow

Gun locked in the drawer

Its not love but it’s more than we deserve

I’ve been hoping you’d work up the nerve

My sad clown

One in my head, I want you to

One in my head, I dare you to

Every day, I live for you

Every breath, I draw for you

Is there someone here

Trapped inside of your head

Is it strange I can’t remember ever seeing you look satisfied

Underneath

Thirty years of restraint

You’ve been milking your contempt

Until everything shut down

Now my face feels wrong

Petrified by quiet hatred

This house feels wrong

Sucking both of our lives into it

Quietly slowing us down

I could do it myself but I’ll just wait my turn