Grieves, B. Lewis - Over You lyrics

The fruit of happiness falls at
The feet of agony you push your pins in the
Replica you have of me
I look at you and can't figure out
What attracted me to such an ugly
Terrible person girl, you are past belief
But all of that is trivial
Running with a hand full of
Scissors down a slippery hill
Old clock radio sittin' on the
Windowsill allowing me to listening
To the music while our time
Together gets me killed maybe I'm just dumb
Or maybe I believe in something you
Assume is never gonna come
My last thread wrapped around your thumb
Playing "take another step" and I
Swear to god I'll snap it
Right in front of you soaked
Your taking me for granted
I don't know if anybody's told you
But you're damaged heart made of granite
That's bleeding through the bandages and
Judging by your smile
It's been going exactly just
How you planned it it's sick

Why you gotta push me to the limit?
Why you gotta hold me down?
You're quicksand, you're a sinkhole
Your'e the fall beneath my stand
Got me falling out of love and trying to land

You're a sickness, you're a fever
You're the itch beneath my skin
You're a virus, you're a cancer
Making my world spin
You're a toxin, and infectious
And it rots me to the bone and I don't know
Just how to get over you

Your pain swells inside of you like a cyclone
Dragging your nails across my back
Like a fine comb we found each other at the
Bottom of a mine hole
Where you were trying to get a
Blood diamond out of my coal
Digging, pushing
Trying to find my tipping point
You toss me up and spin me
Round like a flipping coin
I've tried leaving every time that I hit the
Door I'm turning right
Around like I've forgotten what
I went there for shit, maybe I'm a moron
Or maybe I enjoy being the flame
Your lighter fluid is poured on
I keep swimming till the shore's gone
Either I'm a drown in the moment
Or disappear to the foreground
You reel me in and cast me
Out that's the way it goes
I call it love you turn your back
And tell me no one knows
I know it's killing me
And judging by your clothes
You've been waiting for a funeral to go to
I'm fucking sick of it

Why you gotta push me to the limit?
Why you gotta hold me down?
You're quicksand, you're a sinkhole
Your'e the fall beneath my stand
Got me falling out of love and trying to land

You're a sickness, you're a fever
You're the itch beneath my skin
You're a virus, you're a cancer
Making my world spin
You're a toxin, and infectious
And it rots me to the bone and I don't know
Just how to get over you