DON'T WANNA HEAR THAT SONG ANYMORE
Did you ever
Feel that I would
Answer on the phone
There's no easy resolution
By now you should know
And I'm in
In too deep to show you everything
No you don't mean to but you still
Treat me like a baby
When I think about it
You still keep your head on the door
Why make it a burden?
When it's already too late
I know you'd wait till I'm dead on the floor
I don't want you near me
I don't want you see me
Crumbling down on the floor
I'm just being honest
And all I get is silence
Like you don't wanna hear that song anymore
Did you ever
Get the chance to think of what I said
Could you pick the truth out of
The story in your head
You can't break from your delusion
You still
Treat me like a baby
When I think about it
You still keep your head on the door
Why make it a burden?
When it's already too late
I know you'd wait till I'm dead on the floor
I don't want you near me
I don't want you see me
Crumbling down on the floor
I'm just being honest
And all I get is silence
Like you don't wanna hear that song anymore
Treat me like a baby
When I think about it
You still keep your head on the door
The hardest part of
Part of splitting up
Is being so far you can see it for what it is
The hardest part of
Part growing up
Is thinking someday we could all end up being the same
Feel that I would
Answer on the phone
There's no easy resolution
By now you should know
And I'm in
In too deep to show you everything
No you don't mean to but you still
Treat me like a baby
When I think about it
You still keep your head on the door
Why make it a burden?
When it's already too late
I know you'd wait till I'm dead on the floor
I don't want you near me
I don't want you see me
Crumbling down on the floor
I'm just being honest
And all I get is silence
Like you don't wanna hear that song anymore
Did you ever
Get the chance to think of what I said
Could you pick the truth out of
The story in your head
You can't break from your delusion
You still
Treat me like a baby
When I think about it
You still keep your head on the door
Why make it a burden?
When it's already too late
I know you'd wait till I'm dead on the floor
I don't want you near me
I don't want you see me
Crumbling down on the floor
I'm just being honest
And all I get is silence
Like you don't wanna hear that song anymore
Treat me like a baby
When I think about it
You still keep your head on the door
The hardest part of
Part of splitting up
Is being so far you can see it for what it is
The hardest part of
Part growing up
Is thinking someday we could all end up being the same
Credits
Writer(s): Antoine Tousignant, Claudia Bouvette, Soran Dussaigne
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