March

I'm not you're puppet, baby, that you can just string along when you're feeling empty. I'm not your punching bag or fool. I'm growing tired of waiting on your maybe's. I cant keep pushing If you're never going to pull. I'm so sick of waiting for someone else to save me, when all I want is you. You say you love me but it's like you hate me. Why can't you want me too? I'm breaking down and diggin holes again, because it's all I know to do. Long sleeves, concealing skin, and these steel mosquito blues. I know 'why', i know 'how' and 'when'. I just don't know 'what' to do. Im not your puppet, baby, our love is on the lam, collecting debt passed due.