Tantrum (Far From The Tree, The Apple Grew Rotten) Lyrics

Save your arms and legs, 'cause you're the mother
And no one will hold us up for so long
We will always resort to fodder
We crawl in the crack, falling through your limbs

If she was here, she'd say "be careful"
But she'd already let it go

Do as I say, not as I've done
Just trust in me
Believe in me

When you left me, you didn't leave me a trail to follow
No, you just swallowed all the crumbs along the way
So you could feed all the ghosts that hide inside your bones
'cause maybe if their mouths are full they'll stop whispering that you're better off alone

It wasn't nice of you to go out without saying "goodbye"
So I think I'll hunt you down and punish you, good luck trying to hide
My temper's a teacher
With a hell of a lesson plan
It wasn't nice of you to go out without saying "goodbye"
So I think I'll hunt you down and punish you, good luck trying to hide
My temper's a teacher
With a hell of a lesson plan

You might know this, but I've got a rifle and stifling manners
You control this, and any consistency scares me from progress
I don't show it, but I'm catching on and can see through the pattern
Don't talk, read this, your strong upper hand will get lost in the process

(Got matters to attend to, and methods to convince you to stay right where you...)

Are you ready to apologise?
I won't believe you but it's worth a few tries
Don't look down, look in my eyes
Go on and feed me some... lies

Well... lie to me
Ugh

I... I make... I make this... I make this into
I make this into what...
I make this into what you always...
I make this into what you always keep... from me

I make this into what you always keep from me
I make this into what you always keep from me
I make this into what you always keep from me
I make this into what you always keep from me

Although your secrets are locked away
You forget that you left me a key
On a day that's just memory
When we were young and were happy

When lying on the bed with not a thing to do and words unsaid
We were certain that things were perfect

Of course I'm bitter thinking things would never change
I can't let go and this is why I always make this into what you keep from me
You keep from me