Lyrics

sun hardens young things
cut down a tree to see its rings
butterfly tangled in strings
pinned to the wall by its wings
fortune teller read my palm
predict i’ll get everything i want
corporate sellout plant a bomb
cut down the field, poison the pond

white hot feet on
black top street
i’m tired of being your secret
never signed up to keep it
loved i was the one who you picked
until you decided to leave it

flowers dried in your hair
so far past the point of repair
count the hands raised in prayer
a rigid guide of what’s just and fair
where did you go, what’d i do wrong?
kept a stones throw all along
when can a crown just be a crown
it hurts to have you around

unspoken feats
on white hot sheets
i’m tired of being your secret
trapped in a house with the paint chipped
til you found one that was perfect
and realized we never fit

white hot tears
unspoken fears
i’m tired of being your secret
to your love i was an addict
but the pain we’d inflict
was a game and that was the last trick