Mud

And we're the same, have it out down in the mud

Glance at your name written out in your blood

I might take it upon myself

Yearning for a restless hell

Call me an angel in the background singing, "I'm not the one"

Not your haven at the bottom or some miserable companion

I might beam with empty virtue, but I'm a feather blowing in your storm

Garbage, weather-worn

I take my aim at a girl suffering

We share a name and a need to not be seen

She might take it personally

Put on airs, undercut me

So if I call you up tomorrow screaming, "I'm not the one"

To be privy to your fiction, help you get your shit together

I'm a fool in angel's clothing, I'm a glutton for being let down

But I can't help you, I can't stick around

Said I don't want nothing to do with it, yeah, I'm not the one

To keep betting against the odds, yeah, it won't go my way forever

If I held you any tighter, call me terrified, call me unprepared

You might be stupid, but you're not scared