I've been staring into my own head,
and searching for meaning in your bed.
I'm tripping over my own legs.
And I know that I've been looking for a fist fight,
'cause I've been waiting up all night,
for something to break apart this life.
But now I know that every single punch I throw,
gets sucked into your undertow.
And you'll just keep another part of me.
I've tried lighting a fire in the cold damp
and searching in darkness for your hand.
I never can find you, I never can.
So, I won't listen to songs that you still sing,
or fight in the battles I can't win.
I still feel your teeth on my broken lips.
But now I know that every single punch I throw,
gets sucked into your undertow.
And you'll just keep another part of me.
I get cold in the palm of your hand,
I get cold in the palm of your hand,
when I'm waiting for you to cave in.
I get cold in the palm of your hand,
only fighting myself in the end.
And now I know,
every punch i throw,
caught in your undertow.
And you'll just keep another part of me.
But now I know that every single punch I throw,
gets sucked into your undertow.
And you'll just keep another part of me.

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