The words stick, even still
And I'm afraid they always will

The words stick, even still
Sour tar beneath my nails
In the cracks
I thought I got you all out
Your gravity coming down
Quiet prison even now
I thought I got you all out

Even with new skin and a different lie
You get under, you get in
And every bullet
I dodged in the blink of your eye
Twenty slivers on my skin
Even now you made it in
Even now you made it in

A thousand miles from me now
From your piercing glances
Even still
I can feel your eyes somehow
And every word was paper thin
Every hill into a mountain
I thought I got you all out

Even with new skin and a different lie
You get under, you get in
And every bullet
that came within an inch of a life
Was it the flame you tried to kill
Your words haunt me even still
I’m afraid they always will

The words stick, even still
And I’m afraid they always will


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Twenty Slivers song meanings
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