From the album PULL

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Lyrics

The way you've got a hold of me,
I'm about to call it quits.
My head is not your proving ground.
One more glitch and I swear I'll do it.

I'm calling you out into the vacuum of my silence!
I refuse to witness this poisonous bloom.

Three inch heels. Limo and bump.
Vegas morning. One inch punch.
When I'm solo, the odds just glow.
You walk in, my favor dips,
and the dealer knows it.

I'm calling you out into the wasteland of my lungs!
I refuse to witness this poisonous bloom.

Watching you fall brings no delight.
I'm up here, watching you writhe.
It's no contest.