"Stay Away" lyrics

"Stay Away"

So long
Farewell
I'm never coming down again
Stay away

You speak a lot about forgiveness
It must be nice when you're never fucking wrong
I fear it's spreading like a sickness
The bile tastes like sugar on your tongue
And I can feel you claw at my skin
But I won't let you in
I feel nothing for you, I'm sorry

So long
Farewell
I'm never coming down again
Stay away

Looks like you found your new obsession
Picking wings off butterflies
You never seem to learn the lesson
But I think you will in time
Now I feel you claw at my skin
But I won't let you in
I feel nothing for you, I'm sorry

So long
Farewell
I'm never coming down again
So spare me
Your naivety
What's lost cannot be found, my friend
Stay away

So long
Farewell
I'm never coming down again
So spare me
Your naivety
What's lost cannot be found, my friend
Stay away


Writer(s): Stephen Menoian, Richard Vanlerberghe, Dylan Bowman, Jonathan Michael Eberhard, Gabe Helguera
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