 Am I a toy to you?
With strings around my fingers,
for you to pull and watch as I collapsed when you want.
The coldest night to me, is a switch that you control.
Tip-toe around your words just to calm you down again.
There’s too many people that we both love
and too many secrets I don’t wanna know.
You’re still chasing him.
My saving grace is saving face.
Lost on the back burner.
Good for, good for you.
My saving grace is saving face.
I just sit and wait.
There’s always just enough of you to pull me back.
But I can see your eyes drifting past what you have.
I’m flagging down a ship when it’s on its way to sea.
The horn is blaring out, but I just don’t want to hear.
I never left you in a sandstorm.
I never left for a second at all.
You’re still chasing him.
My saving grace is saving face.
Lost on the back burner.
Good for, good for you.
My saving grace is saving face.
I just sit and wait.
I thought you were and angel, I guess you were a vulture.
Either way, spread your wings and just fly away. [x2]
You’re still chasing him.
My saving grace is saving face.
Lost on the back burner.
Good for, good for you.
My saving grace is saving face.
I just sit and wait.
I just sit and wait. (Spread your wings and fly away) [x4]
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