The Ugliness Kicking Around

Another fighting chance at clean just leaves you fighting for a way to come up breathing or find a better way of giving in warm and easy to force a fate between playing dead and needy but
I think it might be getting better another night of backing down just leaves
you cold and wondering when you'll scream out loud how you're as black and blue as if you'd opened your mouth and you think oh god there must be some way out yeah
it must be getting better because it's got to get better and I wish it'd been the truth when you said you'd never lay a hand on me and god will damn you for all the ugliness kicking around inside me you say you're sorry and I pretend it will never come again.