Breadcrumbs

Breadcrumbs

I pick one up

Just to find another in the front of your truck

That's not my glove

If you're gonna do it, could you clean your mess up?

Look at the time

God, we've been doing this dance for a while

Death by microfractures

Rather we just shattered (Oh)

Put it in the past

How can I when I'm still following tracks?

They lead to the present

Here come all my questions

Where'd you go?

And what did you do?

And aren't you exhausted hiding the truth?

Think that I bought it

You never knew

When you lie, you're leaving

Breadcrumbs

I pick one up

Just to find another in the front of your truck

That's not my glove

If you're gonna do it, could you clean your mess up?

I promise you a clean slate

To get the truth, the whole plate

But now it's far too late (Now it's far too late)

I've got a stomachache

I know I've done everything I can do

Pressure cooker, I think the lid's coming loose

I feel crazy searching for clues in your tone

Why do you sleep with your phone?

Your messages know what I don't

I have the pieces, you have the cake

And I'm getting sick with every taste

When you lie, you're leaving

Breadcrumbs

I pick one up

Just to find another in the front of your truck

That's not my glove

If you're gonna do it, could you clean your mess up?

I promise you a clean slate

To get the truth, the whole plate

But now it's far too late (Now it's far too late)

I've got a stomachache

I thought that if you were honest

(It would be okay)

But now I know and I'm nauseous

(Yeah, you're such a snake)

In the end, it's kinda funny

(What a fucking waste)

Waited so long for a "sorry"

(But now it's far too late)

Breadcrumbs

I pick one up

Just to find another in the front of your truck

That's not my glove

If you're gonna do it, could you clean your mess up?

I promise you a clean slate

To get the truth, the whole plate

But now it's far too late (Now it's far too late)

I've got a stomachache

(I've got a stomachache)

(But now it's far too late)