Curse

Keep talking little bird you know just what to say And if you don't you sure know how to make it seem that way A silver-tongued trick so slick the devil might be fooled Bide your time until he's sure your passion has been cooled Careful, careful watch the cracks the last thing you wanna do is break somebody's back 'Cause people are more fragile than they let on The ground is fire You're made of wax and your grip is slipping from the ledge far too fast The maze will still be there when you're gone It gets better. It gets worse, but it'll always be a curse And it'll give and take away before it leaves you in the lurch You can't run. You can't escape now that it's stitched into your brain Manufactured but still fractured since the day that you felt this way Keep walking little bird ignore how your eyes pull Pretend like you aren't privy too every thought that's in my skull Stay away but never so far that we cannot look And remember bitter sweetly that old earth that we shook Careful, careful watch the cracks the last thing you'd wanna do Is break somebody's back 'Cause people are more fragile than they let on The ground is fire You're made of wax and your grip is slipping from the ledge far too fast The maze will still be there when you're gone It gets better. It gets worse, but it'll always be a curse And it'll give and take away before it leaves you in the lurch You can't run. You can't escape now that it's stitched into your brain Manufactured but still fractured since the day since you felt this way