The Brae Yumi Zouma

Shaking salt in your deep wounds
It's a call about to happen too
Drowning in the punch bowl
She's got an eye for a big beau
So go read it in tea leaves
Lady smiling under pressure

I got a tongue so I can a-use it
You keep my heart
Choose when to bruise it

I call you out when you're around
Slipping off into the same old habits
Calling others fools when you're defenseless
Try this once and try again
Talking to yourself out loud to no one
Seems you're never very far from your problems

Go ahead, I’ll take the hit
You know that I'm used to it
Take your time, see me go
Know you could've never known

Go ahead, I’ll take the hit
You know that I'm used to it
Take your time, say goodbye
When you leave me late at night