Cuttin

You’re cuttin up a photo
Somebody who you let go
Better out of sight, than living rent-free
Said the parasitic shit must cease

You never let the door close
You’re still picking at the wound though
Is it out of spite, or necessity?

Secretly, I don’t believe you
You’re see through
Like stained glass
Done up all nice
I can’t take these bald lies
But your bullshit just sounds so tight

Always thinking fast, when I should think twice
Maybe I could have seen you’re not committed as I
Now you’re cutting up our photo right before my еyes
And now I gotta chalk it up as wasted time