Lyrics
I wish I knew
What was going through your head
When you color code your make-up
And you sugar coat your lies
You can compromise your morals
But don't you waste my fucking time
I hope you feel sick when you think of coming clean
Cuz your hands (Cuz your hands)
Are so cold but only when they're touching me
I'm sure he flatters you with flowers
I know he tries to treat you well
I know he fills you up with expensive foods and liquors
And tells you that your family is not as important as himself
I hope you feel sick when you think of coming clean
Cuz your hands (Cuz your hands)
Are so cold but only when they're touching me
I got a right with his name on it
You wrote the handbook on how to be dishonest
I don't know you anymore
I got a right with his name on it
You wrote the handbook on how to be dishonest
I don't know you anymore
I got a right with his name on it
You wrote the handbook on how to be dishonest
I don't know you anymore
I don't know
I don't know you anymore
I don't know
I don't know you anymore
I don't know
I don't know you anymore
That's just the risk of coming home