Blow It Up Instead

I've been biting my tongue till it tastes like blood. Calling this a

life, but it's barely enough. The same scar, same room,

same lies I defend. I keep saying I'm fine like that's how it

ends. I keep waiting for a sign to save me. But nothing's coming

if I stay here. I'm sick of drowning in the maybe.

Yeah, I'm done being patient. If nothing changes, nothing changes,

I can't keep standing in the flames. If this is all that I'll

ever be then I'd rather burn it down and leave. Yeah,