Through the parking lot grinding your teeth
Behaving like a deadbeat
Threats are fired and you’re biting your lip
So much for old friendships
Live and let die
I wish for once you’d hear my side
Like I said, nothing personal
No new message but it’s all in your head
It’s not about what you said
Back then I was knocking at your front door
Can’t go back anymore
All your advice
Can you sleep with this tonight
Wire crossed, can we clear it up?
Choose to feed all of your demons
I will block it out
Choose to feed all of your demons
I will block it out
Thoughts are crashing and your face is blood red
It's not about what you said
Choose to feed all of your demons
I will block it out
Choose to feed all of your demons
I will block it out
Choose to feed all of your demons
I will block it out
Choose to feed all of your demons
I will block it out