I'm Ready

I'm on the verge, I'm on the verge
Unraveling with every word
With every word you say make me believe
That I won't feel your tires on the street.

As I'm fighting the words,
You're getting away

I come undone, oh yes I do
Just think of all the thoughts wasted on you
And every word you say, say something sweet
'Cause all I taste is blood between my teeth.


And I'm fighting the words...
And you're getting away…

Well, I'm ready
I'm ready to drop out
I'm ready, I'm ready so don't stop
Me.

Don't stop me, I'm ready
I'm ready, so don't call.