My Consent

If I thought you wouldn’t run
I’d let some of this pride erode and say take me as I am
And I’ve had companions
But I sleep better on my own
To make your heart bleed for me
Like blood from a stone

This is my descent, this is my consent
For you to run
I peel myself down to the bone
Now off you go

The chip on my shoulder
The size of a boulder
And I’m jealous of every flaxen haired girl who plays guitar better than me
And I wish I was older
As old as my mother
At least then I know
That I would have something that I have achieved

This is my descent, this is my consent, for you to run
I peel myself down to the bone
Now off you go

I believe in my lies, till they couldn’t be truer
And I sing the blues you know
Just to feel bluer
And people like, are getting fewer and fewer and you, you’re one
This is my descent, this is my consent for you to run
I peel myself down to the bone, I peel myself down to the bone
Now off you go