Underwear

Been beating myself up
I've been known to throw a punch or three
Well I don't wanna fight you
I'm already fighting me and I'm losing

Remember when we were in the halls at 5 AM
In our underwear running from ghosts
And in my room I learned that you were soft
Like a collector you line up your toys
But like a child you cry when they break

She's been pulling
She's been pulling
She's been pulling my strings
Kissed a demon
Kissed a demon
No one swings like she swings

I'll feed the hand that bites me
I can't live without the blow
I can't live without the irony
Come night an idle heart will fold
And I'm losing

She's been pulling
She's been pulling
She's been pulling my strings
Kissed a demon
Kissed a demon
No one swings like she swings

I'm already fighting me
I'm already fighting me
I'm already fighting me and I'm losing