Hindsight

Almost claimed another victim to your downfall

Induce the coma, keep us dreaming

It only works if we're not feeling

Words too sharp for my tongue, so I've been holding them in

Until they puncture my lungs, you hide the blood on your hands

You give and you take, your intentions in vain

Don't care if you leave or you stay, we're still fucked anyway

We spend our whole lives picking up the pieces you left behind

It makes me sick when I think about what we could've missed with your hands over our eyes