Pour shame all over us, harden into a crust (cement)
Forget the glamor and mumble a jackhammer (under your breath)
Hide your face in the curtains
Better unsaid, so close
And it rolls off the tongue, almost

The world expects the pose, perfectly natural (loosen up)
Smearing wet concrete and swearing you'll never be (caught)
At your weakest, etched in stone
And we're frozen here, peeking
Almost, sweet talk, caffeine

Make contact
Up to my neck
I confess in quicksand

But it's so easy for you
Yeah, there's always one thing
Do you have something to tell me?
Say something, anything

I'm warning you
I'm warning you
I'm fucking you
I'm warning you

Relax, it's just a phase
You'll grow out of it
Believe anything anyone ever tells you
It's not funny any more
It's thing you hate the most

The thing you hate the most
The thing you hate almost

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Writer(s): Bill Gould, James Blanco Martin, Michael Allen Patton, Michael Andrew Bordin, Roddy Christopher Bottum