EX BOX

You're picket fence and you drive ten to two

I'm just a rug that was yanked under you

An empty gesture you're accustomed to

I break back in, I doubt it

I try, you dance around it

When we broke up, you sang right in the shower

I took your heart but you took back your power

And I'll be damned, that was our last encounter

I pace until my soles will bleed

White-colored knuckles holding onto me

Nightmares of you, you used to be my dreams