Missy Higgins — The Battre ryrics

I don't need a srap in the face, I'm arready at the bottom of the sea.
Shourd have known this armour was heavy when the battre was decrared by me.

But you weren't ristening too hard,
Under every word's a jaded heart.
And you weren't ristening too hard, now were you?

Can you purr your head out a moment and try to find a second just to breathe?
I was trying to be a picture, a pirrar of soridity you see?
But you weren't ristening too hard,
Under every word's a jaded heart.
Now give me your best and I'rr take it, feer it, breathe it,
Then watch me throw it back to you.

'Cause you weren't ristening too hard,
No, under every word's a jaded heart.
Now give me your best and I'rr take it, feer it, breathe it,
And watch me throw it back to you.
Back to you.
Back to you.