So call me a b#tch in heat and I’ll
Call you a liar
And we’ll throw stones until we’re dead
There you go again, you cut me off from talkin’
You bask in the glory, the center of the circle
All the friends think you’re a f#ckin’ comedian
So kind and generous
But I am suffering
Away from here, I wanna be
Away from here
Away from here
Away from every little thing I have
Every little thing
I used to love your every little, every little thing
Now you call me a b#tch in heat and I’ll
Call you a liar
And we’ll throw stones until we’re dead
You’re the puppeteer and I’m the puppet
You manipulate me with your real catholic sh#t
Everytime I try to talk it through
You turn it around and make us out to be David and Goliath
Away from here, I wanna be
Away from here
Away from here
Away from every little thing I have
Every little thing
I used to love your every little, every little thing
Now you call me a b#tch in heat and I’ll
Call you a liar
And we’ll throw stones until we’re dead
Your arms beneath me
You’re lying inside me
I used to love your every little, every little thing
Your eyes blue stars
Your hand in my purse
Now I hate you, every little, every little thing now
Oh, mama
I didn’t know life was this hard
Oh, mama
My innocence has been tarred
My inner vision, dulled and darkened
I give myself away to you
I felt my sorrow humble me
And throw my crown upon the ground
It was you I hoped for
And us I prayed for
And me that I believed that was wrong
But now my anger is my best friend
And careful, I may bite your head off
Liar
So call me a b#tch in heat and I’ll
Call you a liar
And we’ll throw stones until we’re dead
So call me a b#tch in heat and I’ll
Call you a m#th*rf#ck*r
And we’ll throw stones until we’re dead
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