I'm like a creature that dwells in the corner Of your bad decisions And self-criticisms You've invited the devil to come 'round for tea You're so scared of the outcome That you dig your nails into me Like a skittish cat Trapped in a tree Your stomach of lead Is leaking on me And building up Some kind of wall That hinders my thoughts And is making me crawl I was so messed up that night that we ended With four drinks too many I went to a pretty dark place Called you up out of sheer desperation But it just pushed you further As you'd come to terms with the end Like a beaten hound Weak in the knees Your stomach of lead Is leaking on me And building up Some kind of wall That hinders my thoughts And is making me crawl Blind luck burns slow You're stuck, yeah I know Like a skittish cat Trapped in a tree Your stomach of lead Is leaking on me And building up Some kind of wall That hinders my thoughts And is making me crawl Blind luck burns slow You're stuck, yeah I know