Turning Inside

You didn't notice
How can I blame you?
You're on the outside
You're looking in
I can't say it, I can't tell ya
I'm turning inside, inside out

Something's bleeding through my skin
Such a waste of promises

In a while
For a moment
Think it would feel good
To find the words
Seems so simple
Just to say it
Some little movements, some borrowed breath

Something's bleeding through my skin
Such a waste of promises