Who are you pretending to be?
Nothing ever changes
Don't you fucking hate this
You talk a lot of talk
But like, don't you want it to stop?
Ya know I get it
I really do
I know you're anxious
I am too
Don't you miss me like I miss you?
Don't talk to me
Like I'm one of them
Cause I know what you are
It's not playing the part that you put on to keep them around
Woah, please don't tell me
That same shit again
Cause it's not gonna change if you stay in your lane
And freeze up at the thought and pretend, woah
I'm at a funeral for two
But it was a no-show
You're too scared to go
And I'm throwing up in the bathroom
And in the end aren't we just
Still two kids learning to trust
And we're both scared to death
Of fucking up our friends
Don't talk to me
Like you don't know me
I know I'm not you need
But it hurts when you leave
And don't speak to me for weeks
Woah, please don't tell me
What needs to be said
Cause it hurts me to know
That I'm all on my own
And now there's nobody left, woah
Tip, tip your toes across a line and a rope
Tied around your neck so you're always on edge
And you know that the fingers that wrap 'round your throat
To tell you to choke on the words that you wrote
Oh, the nails on your skin digging deeper, each sin
That you spin on a hunch in your mind tells you "you're wrong"
The scales that you fall from when everyone saw
You're twisting your ankles to do anything to keep them
Don't you fucking hate this
You talk a lot of talk
But like, don't you want it to stop?
Ya know I get it
I really do
I know you're anxious
I am too
Don't you miss me like I miss you?
Don't talk to me
Like I'm one of them
Cause I know what you are
It's not playing the part that you put on to keep them around
Woah, please don't tell me
That same shit again
Cause it's not gonna change if you stay in your lane
And freeze up at the thought and pretend, woah
I'm at a funeral for two
But it was a no-show
You're too scared to go
And I'm throwing up in the bathroom
And in the end aren't we just
Still two kids learning to trust
And we're both scared to death
Of fucking up our friends
Don't talk to me
Like you don't know me
I know I'm not you need
But it hurts when you leave
And don't speak to me for weeks
Woah, please don't tell me
What needs to be said
Cause it hurts me to know
That I'm all on my own
And now there's nobody left, woah
Tip, tip your toes across a line and a rope
Tied around your neck so you're always on edge
And you know that the fingers that wrap 'round your throat
To tell you to choke on the words that you wrote
Oh, the nails on your skin digging deeper, each sin
That you spin on a hunch in your mind tells you "you're wrong"
The scales that you fall from when everyone saw
You're twisting your ankles to do anything to keep them
Credits
Writer(s): Styx Ophelia
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