Smooth, you soaked right into the floor
Twisted around side to side
You confiscated the night
And I wonder if we'd been calm enough to confuse
You could have blamed anyone in the world
Now, I gotta ask...
How you gonna hold with a chip on your shoulder?
It's a bad look for you
Slow, you hesitated a cure
Held under arrogant crime
You contemplated the light
No trust
It's a bad look for you to right the wrongs
Gnawing at the bone to stop the blood
Cutting off the air to fill your lungs
Hollowing the earth with what I've done
Are you gonna hold with a chip on your shoulder?
It's a bad look for you