You sit in your stubbornness
With your arms across your chest
And it must hurt
To throw a fist and be the one to take the hit
Will you lose your voice when calling victim
If it's all self-inflicted?
Well give it a rest
You know you deserve all you have coming

And I'm not picking up your pieces

With your hands tied to the wrist
By naive promises
And you swear that
You haven't moved an inch
I've been watching, I've been watching it

'Cause you've got a way
Of holding the weight of someone else's habits
Been crossing your heart
To claim that it's all you've ever wanted
Will you lose your head from giving in
If it's all just for a hostage?
Oh, give it a rest
You know you deserve more than you've gotten

But you've been picking up your pieces

With your hands tied to the wrist
By naive promises
And you swear that
You haven't moved an inch
I've been watching, I
With your hands tied to the wrist
By naive promises
And you swear it
You haven't moved an inch
I've been watching, I've been watching it

We stood under the mess
Looking on
We were begging you to come back
Down