Buried

Fill my mouth with water and good intentions and I'll drown Believe you're looking at a picture of the one you made me into And I'm wrong I'd rather never make up my mind than have you make it for me, so Show me another place to stay Talk down to me talk nice to me Talk yourself into a corner then find your own way out I need a way out I'm holding my insides in with borrowed hands, borrowed skin And you're waiting And you're waiting For me to give in I'd rather never sleep well again Than have you take this from me, so Show me another place to stay Talk down to me talk nice to me Talk yourself into a corner then find your own way out I need a way out