Lacy Outlines

You seem to hate me like an artist hates his own hand You tend to break off all the pieces that just seem wrong Watch them fall I lost control I'll give you everything. You'll take everything There's only so much you can say when you blow your voice out this house is a graveyard You tend to want me to be quiet I try not to waste your time Buy me dresses I don't fit into I slip out of the lacy outlines I swore I'd never cry I'll give you everything. You'll take everything There's only so much you can say When you blow your voice out this house is a graveyard One day I'll be small enough to fit inside your pocket I won't be on your shoulders Or so annoyingly full of it I like how you don't care for me Never love the way i need Might as well burn this house to the ground. We'll never sort this out. Let's just burn this house to the ground. I'll never sort you out