Hurts To Hold On

Don't come over
Don't stroke my hair in the shower
I'm not just a controller, you push my buttons for hours
And don't tell me you're sorry, 'cause it's not your fault, it's ours
Sometimes, it hurts to hold on

And I can try to tell you that it's all over now
But you don't know it or want to understand
Yes, I feel bad that you bought me
That pink snowboard for Christmas
But if you wanted me to use it
Why'd you treat me like that?

Just one more night, can we fall in love?
I don't wanna fight, I just wanna fuck
How can I move on if you're all I want? No, no
Nobody compares, my hands are turning red
Hold on with all my strength, I'm losing again, I'm losing
Sometimes, it hurts to hold on

Uh, uh, don't come over
Don't buy me roses and flowers
They'll only become a symbol of everything gone sour
And I would have to look at them 'til they wither in my room
It's like they purposely confront me
'cause they're no longer in bloom

And I'd have to take them out the vase and throw them in the bin
And I get way too sentimental about material things
So then I'd have to cut the leaves off and dry them in a book
So they can stay with me forever, but I never even look at them
They just sit there for a decade, satisfying my OCD
'Cause I'm way too damn controlling trying to keep you here with me
Sometimes
It hurts to hold on

(Wither in my room)
No don't come over? No
No don't come over? No
No don't come over? No
No, don't come over
Don't come over
Don't stroke my hair in the shower