i can smell irony on your clothes
ive ran out of things to say
and the same question keeps playing in my head
your lack of answer tells me its a yes
but i want to be sure
that this isn't just a game
ive read the messages over andover again
to come up with reasons and try to understand
but it's too late, ive found a reason to stay
and i'll plead and scream for you to come home
to broken bottles and a house without doors
where we comfortable made our bed
it didn't matter where
i've rolled around in dirt
just to learn that irony leaves a stench
that penetrates your pores
and takes refuge in your tears
this wasn't just a mistake
like a sin perfectly bound
written in a language we can't comprehend
and the same question keeps playing in my head
your lack of answer tells me its a yes
but i want to be sure
that this isn't just a game
ive read the messages over andover again
to come up with reasons and try to understand
but it's too late, ive found a reason to stay
and i'll plead and scream for you to come home
to broken bottles and a house without doors
where we comfortable made our bed
it didn't matter where
i've rolled around in dirt
just to learn that irony leaves a stench
that penetrates your pores
and takes refuge in your tears
this wasn't just a mistake
like a sin perfectly bound
written in a language we can't comprehend