Call Yourself Out
Cuts and bruises I can't explain
Feeling left out of your life
I should have never tried
Giving and taking
Feeling dead behind the eyes
This is nothing new
Under my skin you're crawling
These chills keep me from calling you out
Call yourself out
Actions that lasted
Passions retracted
Reading your feelings at night
Light up plastic
Shattered glass in the attic of my mind
Nasty habits that don't give me peace of mind
You're two cents doesn't pay for a phone call home
Writer/s: Grey Matter
