inertia

Fresh paint on a wound

If God only knew all the things I went through to get back at you

And I spent my life trying to make it right

Go on and do nothing

I'm not here to watch it burn

But if you laid by me instead, I'd have a hard time playing dead

It's in your inertia, so do what i told you

And if I have to settle down 

And try a picket fence and house 

Just know what I've told you,

I don't need to warn you