Something tells me, you're making quite the scene

You're nuclear, I breathe and count to three

All in my head to make a fool of me

Something tells me, you're acting quite obscene.

Mother of one, but I love all my sons

Kill me quickly, but I'm not nearly done

Hysteria, it holds me gracefully

Something tells me, you make it hard to leave.

You're making it impossible, to run from you

You're making it impossible, to run from you.

You're the name on my arm that I can't wash away

You're the line in the sand, that I just can't erase

When I'm alone, I can feel you watching me

You're the ghost in my head, that I don't wanna see

You're the name on my arm that I can't wash away

You're the line in the sand, that I just can't erase

When I'm alone, I can feel you watching me

You're the ghost in my head.

You're making it impossible, to run from you

You're making it impossible, to run from you

You're making it impossible, to run from you

You're making it impossible, to run from you.