Sit Tight

I've been sitting tight, didn't know
Waiting for a chance to stop dead
And open these wrists for some useless joke
I've fooled everyone
Even myself, especially myself

I've been hanging on for so long
Waiting for you to open your mouth
Stop all your weeping and spit it all out
I'm sick of all your talk
But I want you to talk, I want you to talk

Even if it doesn't change
And nothing seems quite right again
It'll be fine
'Cause if it is, then it must be

I've been sitting here quiet all of this time
Had your fingers against my eyes, your lips, your shoes
My breath, your tongue, your skin, my lips, your lies