The Wolf

I know I’m not supposed to stare into the sun
But I just like the way that it burns
I fall asleep, keep having dreams that I'm still dreaming about you

You keep telling me I'm bad for me and worse for the world
You keep telling me I'm bad for me

Maybe I’m just the sheep you count in your head
I want to feed the monster under your bed
My teeth are sharpest when I tear out the truth
Am I the boy who cried or am I the wolf

You got me wrapped around an angry middle finger
And you pull me apart from inside
I get caught up between the beatings of your heart and say nothing
And nothing is ever good enough for

You keep telling me I'm bad for me and worse for the world
You keep telling me I'm bad for me
But I keep sipping on the poison that you slipped in my drink
Can’t help feeling like it’s poetry

Maybe I’m just the sheep you count in your head
I’m here to feed the monster under your bed
My teeth are sharpest when I tear out the truth
Am I the boy who cried or am I the wolf

Listen to The Wolf