I'm Not Mad I'm Impressed - The Silent Escape

These ashy pieces that we tore

from the pages of the stories we’ve ignored.

The bridge burns brighter now.

And I flicked the match out the window,

as pure luck has we’ve been circling this prison for so long.

She won’t let go,

she only knows

to start again.

These reservations on my tongue taste like medicated contracts.

You think you’re so special.

I hate to tell you you’re not.

So go ahead and spill your guts

and I’ll mop it up and give it all back,

give it all back.

With eyes wide open I see everything that I ever need

to know about all the ways that you tried to get inside my head.

Now I’m waiting for the right time to pack it up and sell it.

She sits back, and impatiantly she waits

for the moment that comes one second now too late.

All the words you say

could never compliment the way

that you wrap your bitterness around me.

These reservations on my tongue taste like medicated contracts.

You think you’re so special.

I hate to tell you you’re not.

So go ahead and spill your guts

and I’ll mop it up and give it all back,

give it all back.

You only notice what I never seem to say.

Well maybe we’re better off that way.

Maybe with the lights down low

you will recognize the crashing in this wall was your mistake.

We’re so stuck, you’re so stuck.

And baby if we carpool to the hospital

may I breath the air that you give up,

that you give up?

Go ahead and spill your guts.

I’ll mop it up and give it all back.

These reservations on my tongue taste like medicated contracts.

So go ahead and spill your guts

and I’ll mop it up and give it all back,

give it all back.

You only notice what I never seem to say!

Give it all back!

Give it all back!