Pulling Teeth

I bet you’re sick of pulling teeth
But hold me down until I believe
That I'm ok

I paint the world like a cynic lately
I wear you down by the minute

Tell me
If I go too far
You’ll still be here
When my head gets dark

I bet you’re sick of pulling teeth
But hold me down until I believe
That I'm ok

Lock me up and toss the key
Do what you need to stay with me
Until I'm ok

It’s a bitter pill to swallow
I need you in my veins when I'm hollow

If I go too far