Call It Sweet

(hmmm-mm) Packed my bag and left the key Swore this time would set

me free

Three missed calls across the floor

Now my hand is on your door I hate the way you

know my skin

Before I speak, you let me

in

You break my pride,

you pull my thread

I trade my peace for what you said

Burn me down and call it sweet

I keep running on bruised up feet

I swore that yesterday was the end

Here I am on your floor

again (on your floor again)

Morning coffee, quiet war Walking soft across the timber floor We apologize

with open eyes Feeding each other familiar lies One soft touch and

I forget

The sharpest things you haven't said

You light the match,

I breathe the smoke

I treat your poison like a joke

Burn me down and call it sweet

I keep running on bruised up feet

I swore that yesterday was the end

Here I am on your floor again

(yeah, here I am)

I don't love the pain,

I just love your ghost

And the parts of you that hurt the most Can't find a

cure, don't want to heal

Just want you back to make it real

Burn me down and call it sweet

I keep running on bruised up feet

I swore that yesterday was the end

Here I am on your floor

again

(running right back)

(here I am on your floor again)

Here I am

again... (right

back)