Hostages Lyrics - New Medicines - Dead Poetic

Ten frozen memories lost into your pool of interrupted thought 

I could have reminisced for hours 

But right now you are all I get to remember 

I'm waiting for something to get through to you 

I'm waiting to see a truer side of you, and we're 

Let's make this quick 

I'll bother you, you'll tear it away, tear it away 

Let's make this quick 

I'll bother you, you'll tear it away, tear it away 

Cut broken enemies off into your pit of non-valuable losses 

Could have stayed and dreamt for days 

But the sight must be far worse than the taste 

And I'm waiting for something to get through to you 

And I'm waiting to burn compassion into you and we're 

We don't even know if we're to blame for all of this 

We don't even know if we're in the clear, the clear 

We don't even know if we should bank on any of this 

And we don't even know if we'll go, if we'll go, if we'll go 

So let's make this quick 

I'll bother you, you'll tear it away, tear it away 

Let's make this quick 

I'll bother you, you'll tear it away, tear it away 

This isn't happening, leave me with myself 

Leave me with myself 

This isn't happening, leave me with myself 

Leave me with myself