This is a siren. The barrier's initiated in this heightened stat of agitation Words: you don't mean them. Saying "Sorry" is too easy Had enough of your duplicity. Got to get away from this Chorus No more chances. I'm leaving you behind No more chances. I've waited all this time Like an artist dips his brush, you doused yours and rubbed me off Eradicated. When I'm not there you do what you want Well I'm not gonna be your second thought anymore Chorus I feel this weight is pulling me down. But I'm ready for ir When my back was turned I should have turned around. 'Cause now I see it Forgot this, forgot that, forgot everything With a slip of the tongue you forgot that I even existed