歌词
Dropping me a bombshell, then leave for the hall
Saying I've been served but won't take any calls
Not a single breath 'til you're starting to hide
Backing out before conversations run dry, just
Look at all the pieces you left on the floor
Ignore all the mess as you're closing the door
You are not a victim, not out on a limb
Making me so sick you're not concealing that grin, so
Battle me with all you've got now
Give me hell and take no prisoners
Sell me all your putrid stories
Put it on the knife you twist in me
Cleaning every surface, all traces must be
Staying under rug swept, for no one to see
Let me frame a picture - a colorful spree
The color of the shame that you're leaving with me, but
Battle me with all you've got now
Give me hell and take no prisoners
Sell me all your putrid stories
Smear it on the knife you twist in me