I'm Not Wearing Black Because Somebody Died, But Because Something Inside Me Has (If You Wanted Me In A Coffin, You Should've Said So Earlier)

These stitches on my heart Are getting tight with every sew And what you did was pretty low as far as harsh felonies go She came guns-a-blazin Everybody hit the deck Respiration all but lost When all I wanted was a breath All this hate can fill a casket Fair maiden fit for disaster With a bitter tinge of malintent Which of us breaks the fastest All depends on who had morale solid in the first place The psycho ward's admitted yet another fool Is it me? Or is it crowded Lung capacity is full If silence is golden Maybe we should've never spoken Could've broke this off before tears hit the floor I'm a runner up when it comes to- Pouring my emotions through the pen The page is soaked Doc, my screams are becoming phlemy Surgically repair my throat If I never speak again Then let this be my last retort: "You may have left home with the medal but I was the better sport" Please degrade me for my judgment Medicate me till I stumblin over more than words that slip the tongue Your love changed so sudden Now the only call you'll get is me calling your bluff And- The psycho ward's admitted yet another fool Is it me? Or is it crowded Lung capacity is full If silence is golden Maybe we should've never spoken Could've broke this off before tears hit the floor I'm a runner up when it comes- To peeling my flesh to the cartilage Revealing I never had any thick skin from the start of this To take it to this length I would have to be a masochist You think you got me pegged but lady you don't know the half of it Pick a side Pick a side Quick reminder: that you could have made a profit in politics cuz all you are is a liar Pick a side pick a side You won't find her She made out with a fortune cuz she cut out the supplier Fade to black Credits roll The psycho ward's admitted yet another fool Is it me? Or is it crowded? The psycho ward's admitted yet another fool Is it me? Or is it crowded? Lung capacity is full (Capacity is full) If silence is golden (silence is gold) Maybe we should've never spoken (or so I am told) Could've broke this off before tears hit the floor I'm a runner up when it comes (she said the charade got old then kicked me out in the cold) Ya-hoo Runner up Almost first, but not enough Sleep eternally and tucked Wake me when the sky erupts Runner up Almost first, but not enough Sleep eternally and tucked Wake me when the sky erupts I used to serenade you with lonely songs of yesteryear For my longing begs of past misfortune and fame's what led us here You tossed and turned inside my chest, the end would not appear But now I see my regrets for what they are Crystal clear