DOMESTIC WARS

Severed senses

Crumbling debris

A chocolate covered knife

Still sweet to me

Your eyes in my head

They look around the room

Is this your point of view?

All the cracks are coming back

to give me what I’ve never really asked for

A wall of masks now looking at this scene of thrashing statements

from our Domestic Wars…

Cause

You’ve opened up my eyes

Yeah, you taught me to realise

You’ve left this mess behind

Now I refuse to clean up after you

I refuse to clean up after you

I suck my gut in and spit it out at you

Use those words again, I dare you

I’m wasted on this fool

Your savoury skin’s in my teeth

I wanna taste your temper

So set the table for your salty gestures

Still the cracks are coming back

to give me what I’ve never really asked for

A wall of masks now looking at this scene of thrashing statements

from our Domestic Wars…

Cause

You’ve opened up my eyes

Yeah, you taught me to realise

You’ve left this mess behind

Now I refuse to clean up after you

I refuse to clean up after…

All the paint and plastering

Only masking what is happening

The only thing beneath this veneer is breaking

Our love is damaging

Oh you and I keep happening

We are hooked umbrellas in the wind

We are hooked umbrellas in the wind

All the cracks are coming back

to give me what I’ve never really asked for

A wall of masks now looking at this scene of thrashing statements

from our Domestic Wars

All the cracks are coming back

to give me what I’ve never really asked for

A wall of masks now looking at this scene of thrashing statements

from our Domestic Wars…

Cause

You’ve opened up my eyes

Yeah you taught me to realise

You’ve left this mess behind

Now I refuse to clean up after you

I refuse to clean up after you

I refuse to clean up after you