Bitterness your holding not quite deep enough underneath your skin

somehow seeps through it's here keeps surfacing 

Not again. 

Ugliness I've finally grown enough to see. This doesn't go away 

Infectious circle whirlwind holiday. 

And we're free. 



Everytime we seem to climb from the ruts and bury alibis 

We still somehow sweep our lives under rugs and bedroom furniture. 



Be it difficult to see, a shear light and sudden change in me. 

This time i don't want to fight, let you know that i've moved forward. 



You 



If i advise you on your way good fortune you reject 

The simple maturity to wish me on my way well too 

Run out of my. Run out of my. Run out of my patience with you 

Run out of my run out of my run out of my patience with you.