Well Eric, at least you got me to start writing again...

[anyas_2_bits]

You say your words to me 
like you can't throw your voice 
But your puppets pipe 
and you have no choice but to be to me
a person pulled by their strings 
cause you gave them away

Then you say "Hey, don't judge me"
though I'm not the one judging 
-all I'm doing is loving 
But you break me down 
with the words you keep throwing 
running from the judgement you're holding
over your own head
cause I'm reading your lies
and I can tell
we both want to believe them

But you keep them and I keep on 
catching each comma
and twisting each letter
that's leaving your lips 
to find truth in the sinner
the strings make you stand as

I want to believe you
since it makes me feel safe 
but everything about you is killing my faith
I'm a hot piece of stubborn 
holding tight to your halo
but it's greasy and slipping
I wish I could regret you