Inside Out (acoustic) Eve 6

I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rinds
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
Swallow my doubt
Turn it inside out
Find nothing but faith in nothing
Want to put my tender
Heart in a blender
Watch it spin around
To a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous
Then I'm through with you

I burn, burn like a wicker cabinet
Chalk white and oh so frail
I see our time has gotten stale

The tick-tock of the clock is painful
All sane and logical
I want to tear it off the wall

I hear words and clips and phrases
I think sick like ginger ale
My stomach turns and I exhale

I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rinds
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
I would swallow my doubt
Turn it inside out
Find nothing but faith in nothing
Want to put my tender
Heart in a blender
Watch it spin around
To a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous
Then I'm through with you