Pines

I can feel you crumbling
With your twisted tongue wasting, I'll unravel it
You can leave me running
If you took the knife to your twisted life, would you leave me behind?

Oh, there's a hole in your heart
Oh, there's a lonely place to grow
When you're tired and old and you're scared of the things you know
Time, you might see it passing
As you laid me bare with a silent stare
which you give up your speech - two, three, four

If you think I'm scared, why are you running babe?
You're a belligerent soul whose friendship is out of line