[indie music]
Call me the one,
Will you tell me where I have done wrong?
What webs have I spun?
Wrapped too heavy to come undone, yeah
What you're thinking?
Peel it back so our bodies can fit in, veil up our sin
I'm not ready to grow up just yet
Send me back to the present tense,
'Cause I'm sick of this ???
And my past isn't enough
So, carefully down again
Walk me alone
Just to prove you're not going blind
In much darker times, I make enemies with no compromise
Come, don't you get?
Don't get ahead of yourself?
There's no point, no weight up our chest
Just how ugly this could ever get
And send me back to the present tense,
'Cause I'm sick of this ???
And my past isn't enough
So, carefully down again
[instrumental break]