Lyrics

Crooked cross up on the wall. Furniture shoved out of place. Your heart is so black. Emptiness gives you away. I'm callin' you out, makin' it known, stick to your words, don't be breakin' my bones.
I've been watchin' your act. It's so poorly rehearsed. I should've left for something better. I stayed for the worse. I'm callin' you out, makin' it known, stick to your words, don't be breakin' my bones.
I've been growin' some thick skin. Yours I see right through. Let me tell you one thing. We're all on to you. We're callin' you out, makin' it known, stick to your words, don't be breakin' my bones.