Axes to Grind

It’s been 6 months since everything came together
Ganged up and wanted me dead
Thoughts of making amends and starting over
Have fragmented in my head
I thought that we’d agreed to disagree
It turns out you’d agreed with yourself not to talk to me
Maybe we’re just growing up and growing apart
Growing up and growing apart
Growing up and growing apart
Growing up and growing apart
December did its best to ruin everything again
Tightened its grip around my throat
And told me that I’m still a joke
I didn’t think you’d back it up
(I didn’t think you’d back it up)
Nor did I think you’d shut me out
I’m doing my best not to be bitter
I know that sometimes it’s a total fucker getting out of Hell
But you don’t have to drag others down as well
Now we’re screaming over silence again
Screaming over silence again
Screaming over silence again
Screaming over silence again
Screaming over silence again
Screaming over silence again
Screaming over silence again
Screaming over silence again
I don’t really know what you have in mind
I don’t really know what you have in mind
I don’t really know what you have in mind
But I’d rather die with no axes to grind
I don’t really know what you have in mind
I don’t really know what you have in mind
I don’t really know what you have in mind
But I’d rather die with no axes to grind
I don’t really know what you have in mind
I don’t really know what you have in mind
I don’t really know what you have in mind
But I’d rather die with no axes to grind
I don’t really know what you have in mind
I don’t really know what you have in mind
I don’t really know what you have in mind
But I’d rather die when we both have no axes to grind