Sugarcult

Ive got something up my sleeve that I dont want to show you
Cause everytime I bleed I make a fool of me
Ive got shakey little fingers, that hold on to your grip
Youve got wrapped around my world
So tight that I cant breathe
Im suffocating
We come crashing down
Everytime we go this far again
We come tumbling down
Everytime we go this far again
Everytime we go
Ive got nothing that I hide except for whats inside
I keep it all locked up, in this prison we call love
Im suffocating
We come crashing down
Everytime we go this far again
We come tumbling down