The Wolf Lyrics

I made excuses for you

I've got bruises for you, uh

I've been keeping score of

Every heart you're chewing up

And I should have told you how deep it cuts

A promise broken, a sucker punch

But I'm not someone who says enough

When it should open keep my mouth shut

You're the wolf

Dressed in low tops, tryna play God

Pitiful

Stuck in black sheep that you can't keep

Cover up the bones you forgot to bury

That's the kind of shit you pull

When you're the wolf

Dressed in low tops but you know I'm not

That kind of vulnerable

That kind of vulnerable

I'm picking up the pieces

I wanna keep around to cut

Up all of your opinions

You're probably keeping a list of

Your claws get sharper, your heart goes numb

Your eyes get darker, your makeup runs

I'll be the martyr, you're out for blood

You're out for blood, you're out for blood

You're the wolf

Dressed in low tops, tryna play God

Pitiful

You're stuck in black sheep that you can't keep

Cover up the bones you forgot to bury

That's the kind of shit you pull

When you're the wolf

Dressed in low tops but you know I'm not

That kind of vulnerable (I'm not that kind)

That kind of vulnerable (Yeah, say what you like)

You're the wolf

Dressed in low tops, tryna play God

Pitiful

You're stuck in black sheep that you can't keep

Digging up the dirt in the cemetery

Boy, you keep a graveyard full

When you're the wolf

Dressed in low tops but you know I'm not

That kind of vulnerable (No)

That kind of vulnerable (No, no I'm not that kind)

You talk about dark forces disrupting your life

Well

Maybe the dark force

Is you