Even though the words were spoken in whispers They were loud and they were clear From the kitchen steps, through the ceiling vents So careless and cavalier I swear to god I never meant for this But Im crippled with resentment And if I could speak I would ask one thing You wouldnt bother answering How could you do this to me? Ill hide behind nightmares and blank stares While you justify your treason You had me in your crosshairs Dont act surprised to see the knife in your spine With your initials etched in the handle I guess what comes around, comes around
I guess what goes around, comes around Ive been grasping onto pages From the book that you burned ages ago Just a glimpse at the bigger picture What else could be left to show? How could you do this to me? Ill hide behind nightmares and blank stares While you justify your treason From the driver seat of a Cherokee, I can finally see From the kitchen steps, through the ceiling vents Clarity, clarity Ill hide behind nightmares and blank stares While you justify your treason You had me in your crosshairs