Over You - Grieves, B. Lewis

The fruit of happiness falls at the feet of agony

You push your pins in the replica you have of me

I look at you and can’t figure out what attracted me

To such an ugly terrible person, girl you are past belief.

But all of that is trivial

Running with a handful of scissors down a slippery hill

Old clock radio, sittin on the windowcill

Allowing me to listen to the music while our time together gets me killed

Maybe I’m just dumb, or maybe I believe in something you assume is never gonna

come

My last thread’s wrapped around your thumb, plan to take another step and I

swear to God I’ll snap it right in front of you

Sold, you’re taking me for granted, I don’t know if anybodies told you but your

damaged.

Heart made of granite that’s been bleedin' through the bandages

And judging by your smile, it’s been going exactly just how you planned it

Why you gotta push me, to the limit.

Why you gotta hold me down

You’re quicksand, you’re a sinkhole, you’re the fall beneath my step

You got me fallin', out of love, and tryin' to land.

You’re a sickness, you’re a fever, you’re the itch beneath my skin

You’re a virus, you’re a cancer, you’re making my world spin

You’re a toxin, and infectious, and it rots me to the bone

And I don’t know just how to get over you

(Get over you)

Your pain swells inside you like a cyclone

Dragging your nails across my back like a fine comb

We found eachother, at the bottom of a mine hole

You were tryin' to get a blood diamond out of my coal

Diggin', Pushin', Trying to find my tipping point

You toss me up and spin me 'round like a flipping coin

I’ve tried leaving;

everytime that I hit the door

I’m turning right around like I’ve forgotten what I went there for

Shit, maybe I’m a moron

Maybe I enjoy being the flame your lighter fluid is poured on

I keep swimming 'till the shores gone

Either I’ma drown in the moment, or disappear to the foreground

You reel me in and cast me out, that’s the way it goes

I call it love, you turn your back and tell me no one knows

I know it’s killing, and judging by your clothes

You’ve been waiting for a funeral to go to so I’m fuckin' sick of it