Matchbite - Fawn

I bought a little backbone yesterday

I caught it melting in the summer burn

Not much bad for the price you pay

Not even the littlest mention of the lies that you told today

I’d set myself on fire

If its all that’s left to do

To get you back

I hear my pulse among the setting sun

And I’m not getting much in the way of a healthy Monday

If I could heat it up just a little more

Get a little bit of tension pushed past my beaten face

Just a little bit, just a little bit

Just a little bit of a lesson to teach me how to get you back