Blisters

You make the bed, but I gotta lie in it.

Fighting a silent war again.

You overspend till your words feel counterfeit.

Wasting my breath in your defense.

Grieving before it ends.

Find myself studying the feeling of your hands.

We sleep in a house on fire, but at least it's warm at night.

Burns cover both our arms, but we call them tan lines.

The roof's coming down, but we won't admit that something's gonna have to give.

Won't be the one to leave, so drag me out, cut the blisters from my skin.

Got mom on the phone.

She said, "Did you learn nothing at all? " Said, "Mom, I learned it all from you.

And now it's haunting me.

" I could end up so far down the road with two kids and a place that doesn't feel like a home.

And I find out he's looking for someone new.

Oh, I'm grieving before it ends.

Find myself spiraling again.

We sleep in a house on fire, but at least it's warm at night.

Burns cover both our arms, but we call them tan lines.

The roof's coming down, but we won't admit that something's gonna have to give.

Won't be the one to leave, so drag me out, cut the blisters from my skin. Oh, oh. Oh. Oh, oh.

We sleep in a house on fire, but at least it's warm at night.

Burns cover both our arms, but we call them tan lines.

The roof's coming down, but we won't admit that something's gonna have to give.

Won't be the one to leave, so drag me out, cut the blisters from my skin.