Split lip
Tryna tell myself
I like the taste of it
Like, isn't this is what it is? Staring up at the ceiling
I don't want to hurt (but I've been thinking)
It could be worse (I lost the feeling)
You don't have to say it
I know what you're thinking
Tell me that I'm wrong. Tell me that I'm wrong
You don't have to say it
I know what you're thinking
Knew it all along. Knew it all along
Empty sentiment
To my resentment
Too big to dig us out of this again
No accolade
For the way
We stayed
Tied to each other. Tied to each other
I don't want to hurt (but I've been thinking)
It could be worse (I lost the feeling)
You don't have to say it
I know what you're thinking
Tell me that I'm wrong. Tell me that I'm wrong
You don't have to say it
I know what you're thinking
Knew it all along. Knew it all along
