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lyrics
I believe in digging up all the words that itch under your skin,
But you believe in bandaids, and quick fixes held together with safety pins.
I dream up rhyme and reason, you neglect to spare a second thought.
I only ask for closure, but you're the one who calls the shots so
We don't talk, we don't talk, we don't talk (x2)
What was this for? Was it for nothing?
When in the end your pride matters more than me.
And you say that I was the one holding on to it
But you tightened your grip, let it slip, slip like sand through clenched fists.
I've been giving you headroom since you grew cold and you withdrew.
Now I just see clenched fists in the place I once saw you so
We don't talk, we don't talk, we don't talk (x2)
What was this for? Was it for nothing?
When in the end your pride matters more than me.
And you say that I was the one holding on to it
But you tightened your grip, let it slip, slip like sand through clenched fists.
Maybe when your pride is dead and you've laid your insecurities to bed, maybe then, then we'll talk, then we'll talk, then we'll talk.
What was this for? Was it for nothing?
When in the end your pride matters more than me.
And you say that I was the one holding on to it
But you tightened your grip, let it slip, slip like sand through clenched fists.