Build me up, fill me up
with deceit
Shake me up; scattered pieces of me lost in a free fall
You feed me fantasy
It tastes like tragedy
Got nowhere left to retreat
Whenever you’re condescending… it burns
The longer it takes for mending… it burns
The way that you drive a blade through my heart
It tears me apart
Whenever you’re condescending
Pick me up, prop me up on my feet
Stand me up; leave me hanging by a thread off a rag doll
I want no part of this
Your rage and unkindness
You’d think I’d melt from the heat
Whenever you’re condescending … it burns
I’ve broken my back from bending … it burns
The way that you drive a blade through my heart
It tears me apart
Whenever you’re condescending…
Should have broke the silence
It could have made a difference
Just looking at what’s become of us
It makes me want to cry
Yeah, I should have seen it coming
I should have started running
Not looking at what’s in front of us
I suddenly realize that you could have done one thing…
Lift me up!
Whenever you’re condescending … it burns
When there is nothing left worth defending … it burns
The way that you drive a blade through my heart
It tears me apart
Whenever you’re condescending.
You’ve turned the final page of my heart
And tore it apart, yeah
Whenever you’re condescending it burns
©2005 Problems With Plaid
Music, All Rights Reserved
Music and lyrics by Steve Mesropian