[Glass]


If I had a dime for every time you walked away
I could afford to not give a shit
And buy a drink and drown the day
But your pockets, they are empty
Yeh, and mine are times two
So why not make an about-face
And accept the love I send to you?

You're never gonna be content if you wont try
Try to see outside your line
There you go, you did it again
You act as if there's binders on your eyes

Should I apologize if what I say burns your ears and stains your eyes?
Oh, did I crack your shell?
When it falls away, you'll see we exist as well

Like a bottle with the cork stuck
Your true ingredients trapped inside
Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimpse of you
I guess the hard shell represents your pride
Oh, if only it could be different
We could uncover the you, you deny
Between two, a small discrepancy
One complicates and one simplifies

Take those fucking blinders off your eyes!

So if I had a dime for every time you walked away
You could bet your bottom dollar that
I'd be filthy rich by noon today