Fixated Songtext
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Fixated Songtext
Take it or leave it
The pit of your stomach
It′s a lesson that you're ready to learn
Tear it to pieces
Then tape it together
And throw it on the fire to burn
Would you believe it?
A porcelain statue to smash on the wall
And break to bits
Said it was coming
But then it was nothing
And over it all I pitched a fit
Nothing is sending
And nothing receiving
It′s a message that you never return
Wish I was sure
But it's always whatever
And no one ever gathers the nerve
Would you believe it
A porcelain statue to smash on the wall
And break to bits
Such a relief like a kick in the stomach
In telling me all of this is fixed
No I wouldn't trade you for the world
No I could betray you with a word
So loud...
When the arms are reaching out
So hide
So hide me somewhere safe
Tear it to pieces and tape it together
Would you believe me
If all I ever did was make a fist
Said it was coming
And then it was nothing
And now it ends like this
Nothing is sending
And nothing receiving
A message you′ll never return
Wish I was sure
But it′s always whatever
And now you've got the nerve
No I would betray you with a word
No I would betray you with a word
The pit of your stomach
It′s a lesson that you're ready to learn
Tear it to pieces
Then tape it together
And throw it on the fire to burn
Would you believe it?
A porcelain statue to smash on the wall
And break to bits
Said it was coming
But then it was nothing
And over it all I pitched a fit
Nothing is sending
And nothing receiving
It′s a message that you never return
Wish I was sure
But it's always whatever
And no one ever gathers the nerve
Would you believe it
A porcelain statue to smash on the wall
And break to bits
Such a relief like a kick in the stomach
In telling me all of this is fixed
No I wouldn't trade you for the world
No I could betray you with a word
So loud...
When the arms are reaching out
So hide
So hide me somewhere safe
Tear it to pieces and tape it together
Would you believe me
If all I ever did was make a fist
Said it was coming
And then it was nothing
And now it ends like this
Nothing is sending
And nothing receiving
A message you′ll never return
Wish I was sure
But it′s always whatever
And now you've got the nerve
No I would betray you with a word
No I would betray you with a word
Writer(s): Eric Weyer, James Tuttle, Jeff Jenkins, Jon Tuttle, Matthew Tuttle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com