I fell in again, I guess you could have let me know of the bends you'd made
Preventing my escape
And I fell down again of course
Because I was waiting for that all important get out clause
Now you make me feel, like I deserve more
Now you're living, waiting, bracing, always wanting more
And you won't put in the work for this, so now i'm picking up your chores
But no more, no more
Face up tied to the tracks, I wasn't occupied with watching my back
Until the floor caved in and I knew that you were here
So tell me where I got off
I guess my soft spot's hidden by nothing more than dust
So give the man a mask and he might tell the truth
And now i'm living, waiting, bracing, for you to work out who you are
I'll put in the work for this and I'll keep picking up your...