Domestic Wars

Severed senses
Crumbling debris
A chocolate covered knife
Still sweet to me
Your eyes in my head
They look around the room
Is this your point of view?

All the cracks are coming back
To give me what I’ve never really asked for
A wall of masks now looking at this scene of thrashing statements
From our Domestic Wars…

Cause
You’ve opened up my eyes
Yeah, you taught me to realise
You’ve left this mess behind
Now I refuse to clean up after you
I refuse to clean up after you

I suck my gut in and spit it out at you
Use those words again
I dare you
I’m wasted on this fool
Your savoury skin’s in my teeth
I wanna taste your temper
So set the table for your salty gestures

Still the cracks are coming back
To give me what I’ve never really asked for
A wall of masks now looking at this scene of thrashing statements
From our Domestic Wars…

Cause
You’ve opened up my eyes
Yeah, you taught me to realise
You’ve left this mess behind
Now I refuse to clean up after you
I refuse to clean up after…
All the paint and plastering
Only masking what is happening
The only thing beneath this veneer is breaking

Our love is damaging
Oh you and I keep happening
We are hooked umbrellas in the wind
We are hooked umbrellas in the wind

All the cracks are coming back
To give me what I’ve never really asked for
A wall of masks now looking at this scene of thrashing statements
From our Domestic Wars
All the cracks are coming back
To give me what I’ve never really asked for
A wall of masks now looking at this scene of thrashing statements
From our Domestic Wars…

Cause
You’ve opened up my eyes
Yeah you taught me to realise
You’ve left this mess behind
Now I refuse to clean up after you
I refuse to clean up after you
I refuse to clean up after you