Texty: Virgos Merlot. Come Apart.

My, what a sight you are
You look like you've come apart
You push and the walls come down
Now, you're caught between the walls and the ground

You turn and face me
But you could not face your own pain

Calling you wrong
Calling you out, calling you gone

You clean yourself up very well
So that it's hard to tell
A bomb went off in your soul
And even that wouldn't fill the hole

And you turn and face me
But you could not face your own pain

Calling you wrong
Calling you out, calling you gone
Babe, calling you wrong
Calling you out, calling you gone

Babe, calling you wrong
Calling you out, calling you gone
Babe, calling you wrong
Calling you out, calling you gone

You turn and face me
But you could not face your own pain

Calling you wrong
Calling you out calling you gone
Babe, calling you wrong
Calling you out, calling you gone, yeah