Fourteen years, thirty minutes, Fifteen seconds, I held this grudge Eleven songs, four full journals,
Thoughts of punishment I´ve expanded Not in contact, not a letter Such communication, telepathic You´ve been vilified Used as fodder You deserve a piece of every record
But who´s it hurting now? Who´s the one that stuck? Who´s it torturing now? With an antique knot in her stomach
{Refrain:} I wanna be big and let go This grudge that´s grown old All this time I´ve not known How to rest this bygone
I wanna be soft and resolved Clean of slate and released I wanna forgive for the both of us
I come abandoned house Dusty cupboard, furniture still intact And if i visit it now Will i simply relive it Somehow, into it us
But who´s still waking now? Who´s tired of her own voice? Who´s it weighing down with No gift from time of said healing?
{au Refrain}
Maybe as I cut the cord
Veils will lift from my eyes Maybe as I lay this to rest The weight off my shoulders will rise
Here I sit much determined Ever real equipped to draw this curtain How this has entertained, Validated and has served me well And for the victim
But who´s done whining now? Who´s ready to put down? This (love life) I carried longer Than I had cared to remember