Marcelyn - King Explosion Murder

You feel sorry for everything
Except what I want you to feel sorry for
You're just a metaphor
A played out cliché everyone's heard before

Maybe this time I got it right
Maybe this time
Though I doubt it

I don't want to talk any more
But you won't hear me
So I'll just close the door

I'm constantly waiting for you to explode
And break me down even more
But I'm feeling way too sore
To hold your hand
To make you feel safe and warm
Maybe this time I got it right
Maybe this time
Though I doubt it

But I'll walk across the floor
Unafraid of your eggshell uniform

I'm not sure what you really want
But I'm sure it can't be me
Here I am, down on my knees
Begging you to leave, begging you to see

You could apologize everyday
But I don't think I'd believe
Here I am, down on my knees
Begging you to leave, begging you to see me

I don't want to talk any more
There's the door

Written by:
Marcelyn Lebovitz

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