Lyrics The Limit - Color Theory

The fear of falling
And the promise not to fail
Pulling my worlds apart
Hand on my heart

Light the match, light the match
And leave me for dead
And everybody said
Isn't she, isn't she nice?
Sugar and spice

Just let me go
I'm stretched to the limit
And bones are bound to break
Is that what you want?
A fight to the finish
Will it satisfy the ache?

I watch it happen
I incriminate myself
Flexible as a lie
Reach for the sky

Twisted arms, twisted arms
And sadistic whims
Dislocated limbs
Picking a, picking a fight
On a Saturday night

Just let me go
I'm stretched to the limit
And bones are bound to break
Is that what you want?
A fight to the finish
Will it satisfy the ache?

What if I told you
That it wasn't meant to be?
What if I told you
I won't be here for the ever after?

Just let me go
I'm stretched to the limit

Just let me go
I'm stretched to the limit
And bones are bound to break
Is that what you want?
A fight to the finish
Will it satisfy the ache?

Just let me go
I'm stretched to the limit
And bones are bound to break