Letra de Drywall - Paris Paloma

He's punching walls again, cohesive arguments evade him

Eggshell temperament, no emotional regulation

Hysterical baby, his gaze always evades me

Doesn't know that he is pavin' the road for my escape way every time

I scratch another line

I used to think of him a caring thing, knuckles on his drywall

I've tried all of the parenting

Descent into hysterically, rippin' into ribbons

The things he knows he isn't and severing ties

Funny rationality, what would positions in power be?

Led by feelings that seemingly change hourly

I'm floored you ever got there

And when he snaps out of it

He drones in monotone, on a power trip

With telltale blood still running in his coward lips

From raising strokes that he hopes I'll cower in

I used to think of him a caring thing, knuckles on his drywall

I've tried all of the parenting

Descent into hysterically, rippin' into ribbons

The things he knows he isn't and severing ties

Never making good on silent threats

So that he knows that I have nothing

Never making good on silent threats

So that he knows that I have nothing

Never making good on silent threats

So that he knows that I have nothing

Never making good on silent threats

So that he knows that I have nothing

Never making good on silent threats

So that he knows that I have nothing

Never making good on silent threats

So that he knows that I have nothing

Never making good on silent threats

So that he knows that I have nothing

Oh, but he has nothing

I used to think of him a caring thing, knuckles on his drywall

I've tried all of the parenting

Descent into hysterically, rippin' into ribbons

The things he knows he isn't and severing ties

I'm severing ties

Severing ties

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