For the Likes of You

Leave me here
Bitting my nails, breaking my stride
I put my faith into your desolate life
Happened so fast that I should be afraid, I won't be afraid
Three year blessed, I gave it my best
It's time to put it to rest
Your present is my past

Through my eyes I've seen nothing but time
Forty four thousand lies
Straight for your putrid mind
High tides drag you through decades of nights
Loved ones who turn out your lights, seem like they care

I am an island, and you are the tides that pull at my feet
But now she's sinking in this void

Aging, forcing my nerves
Cut your chords, count your chores, stop using yourself
For fruitless scars
Just cut your chords

And your back will keep breaking
From this glass house
That you have created
Hear me out
Your heart is to heavy, to heavy for trust
So build me a promise and take my advice
A word from the wise
A fault confessed, I have redressed
She feels such unrest
So pray, so fucking pray
For tonight is your last