Glass House

(Mastad/CASTRO)

Your ways of testing my patience are hypnotic

Your ways of licking my wounds, so exotic

But I don’t believe in waiting anymore

Your ways of reading my mind

How prophetic

Your ways of stealing my lines, one by one

How very poetic

I could scream, I could shout

Spitting out the words you put in my mouth

The lies are magnetic

But I don’t believe in waiting anymore

And I will throw the first stone

Your ways of running the show, so ironic

With one hand on the wheel, made of steel

Almost iconic

Old school, divide and rule

Keep me entertained, I’m your classic fool

Here comes the gin and the tonic

But I don’t believe in waiting anymore

And I will throw the first stone

Glass house or not

Your ways of baiting the hook

Will never be forgiven

Spreading the blame like an open flame

I was torn I was riven

Had me convinced, had me impressed

With the knife stuck deep in my chest

All there was to give I had given

But I don’t believe in waiting anymore

And I will throw the first stone

Glass house or not

Glass house or not