They found her bleeding on the floor
Her lover’s handprint on the door
He’ll say his passion drives him mad
I care too much, please take me back again
No matter how they spin it, it’s a violent assault
Confusing insecurity with the same need to control
Why is it so low?
Why is it so low?
Insensitive tempo
Insensitive tempo
Why is it so? Why is it so?
Why is it so? Why?
I hate excuses for their lies
A crime of passion’s still a crime, you know
Don’t ever shape your happiness by what they’ll allow
And never dim your light because it makes someone insecure
Why is it so low?
Why is it so low?
Insensitive tempo
Insensitive tempo
Why is it so low?
Why’s the bar so low?
All the red flags go unchecked
When we’re taught they’re intimate
Neon red flags glow when we don’t give them weak excuses
That’s when we know how to see what you are
What you are
All we’re doing is making excuses for
All the cowards in sheepskin suits
All we’re doing is making excuses
All we’re doing is making excuses
Are you listening to all their stories?
Listening to what we allow in the name of love