Bruise

Step inside, my dear
The little cage I live can feel so big

Take this heart for keeps
The only part of me I can still reach

I’ve got to stick to my guns so I can come alive
Stick to my guns so I can justify
Stick to my guns so I can kill the pleasure now

Staring blank inside the mirror
Standing still next to the phone
Taste so sweet but leave me bitter
I bruise under your thumb

Silence seems to breed
The words you never said keep echoing

I’ve got to stick to my guns so I can come alive
Stick to my guns so I can justify
Stick to my guns so I can kill the pleasure now

Staring blank inside the mirror
Standing still next to the phone
Taste so sweet but leave me bitter
I bruise under your thumb