Lyric

Slightly

I’m giving up on what I’ve wanted to be

It's slavery

I’m holding onto what I’m hating

I don’t wanna be the one tonight

I don’t wanna be the one uptight

I don’t wanna be locked behind your door

I don’t wanna be your appetite

I don’t wanna be left high and dry

I don’t wanna be your leftover no more

Driving through the night with radio

Still don’t know what I am waiting for

Gnawing on a bone like a dog, but I know it tastes hollow

I’m trying to let go

Frightened

What if I get nothing but substitutes?

If it's all written

Where could I hide or run away to?

I don’t want you to be my friend

I don’t want you to be my escape

I don’t want you to be the one who cares

I don’t want you to be my spell

I don’t want you to be my grave

I don’t want you to waste me, don’t you dare

Driving through the night with radio

Still don’t know what I am waiting for

Gnawing on a bone like a dog, but I know it tastes hollow

I’m trying to let go

Thorns I’ve wanted to pull out all this time

If I pull'em out, will I come undone?

Driving through the night with radio

Still don’t know what I am waiting for

Gnawing on a bone like a dog, but I know it tastes hollow

I’m trying to let go