Underwear - Tancred

Been beating myself up

I’ve been known to throw a punch or three

Well I don’t wanna fight you

I’m already fighting me and I’m losing

Remember when we were in the halls at 5 AM

In our underwear running from ghosts

And in my room I learned that you were soft

Like a collector you line up your toys

But like a child you cry when they break

She’s been pulling

She’s been pulling

She’s been pulling my strings

Kissed a demon

Kissed a demon

No one swings like she swings

I’ll feed the hand that bites me

I can’t live without the blow

I can’t live without the irony

Come night an idle heart will fold

And I’m losing

She’s been pulling

She’s been pulling

She’s been pulling my strings

Kissed a demon

Kissed a demon

No one swings like she swings

I’m already fighting me

I’m already fighting me

I’m already fighting me and I’m losing