Stop Believing In Me - halos

Though it looks like a skid

I haven’t lost my grip

It’s a short-term thing

I can quell the bee if I accept the sting

My gut’s watching where I’m going through the skin on my ribs so I don’t slip

I let the bearded man

In the driver’s seat, steer

I’m riding shotgun

Now could we cut to the part where I only spoke truth;

Where I said what I felt and I meant for you?

For so long you’ve been so wrong about me

But I hung in hard when we came in low

I was phasing out, but you didn’t know

My bright colors bleed

Stop believing in me

«Apparently, that dull-ish apple didn’t fall far from the tree

It couldn’t catch a shine next to me

I dropped my stomach back there

Then you crushed me

I couldn’t even get to my knees

I still can hardly get to my feet»

«You took it all way

See, I just needed this for a couple of days

To fake the way we felt;

To lock away your smell

You’re a coward, a con artist

But rest assured, you’ll be getting yours

And I’ll be getting by.»