Slipped
I'm in the city you hatedMy eyes are fallenCounting the clicks with the living deadMy eyes are red
I'm in the crush and I hate itMy eyes are fallenI'm having trouble inside my skinI try to keep my skeletons in
Is it weird to be back in the south?And can they even tellThat the city girl was ever there -Or anywhere?
I'm having trouble inside my skinI try to keep my skeletons inI'll be a friend and a fuck-upAnd everything
But I'll never beAnything you ever want me to be
I keep coming back here where everything slippedBut I will not spill my guts outI keep coming back here where everything slippedBut I will not spill my guts out
I don't need any help to be breakable, believe meI know nobody else who can laugh along to any kind of jokeI won't need any help to be lonely when you leave me
It'll be easy to coverGather my skeletons far insideIt'll be summer in DallasBefore I realize
I don't want you to grieveBut I want you to sympathize (alright)I can't blame you for losingYour mind for a little while (so did I)I don't want you to changeBut I want you to recognize (that I)
It'll be easy to coverGather your skeletons far insideIt'll be summer in DallasBefore you realize
That I'll never beAnything you ever want me to be
I keep coming back here where everything slippedBut I will not spill my guts outI keep coming back here where everything slippedBut I will not spill my guts out