Atlantic Wasteland - It's Rude to Point Fingers (And With Nails That Sharp, I'll Be Missing an Eye)

I'm over being sorry
Yeah there's nothing left to say
They'll never understand
It had to be this way
Pry the knife from my back
Stitch the wound myself
Take a look in the mirror and reevaluate yourself

If I spoke too soon
Excuse my speech
And if I let them down
I'll be out of their reach
If I caused you hurt
Then it's all the same
But I refuse to be a body bag
That holds all of this shame

Watch these fears, they fade away
Hang your words, they're dead to me

The condescending words you spoke
They echo through my mind with every note
I understand that I'm the enemy
You'll have those scars for eternity
But did you ever think it was a two way street
The pain I caused, it came back to me
So frame me high and I'll be the bad guy
You bled all of my sympathy dry

If I spoke my mind
You'd say I was wrong
And if I held it in
You'd say I lied for so long
Well your knife, it's in my back
And my blood, it's on your floor
So come on, come on
I'll soak it all up
And apologize some more

Watch these fears, they fade away
Hang your words, they're dead to me

The condescending words you spoke
They echo through my mind with every note
I understand that I'm the enemy
You'll have those scars for eternity
But did you ever think it was a two way street
The pain I caused, it came back to me
So frame me high and I'll be the bad guy
You bled all of my sympathy dry
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Well your knife's in my back
And my blood's on your floor
So I'll soak it all up
And apologize some more

Written by:
Anthony Quatrini

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