I never thought I'd fall down that slope of false hope and empty words But that night in my car you should've pushed me far but you let me in Back into your room, back to how things used to be
I say I'm not going to contact you for a while But then I do because my hands don't know another number Then you pick up and you say come over Because your lips haven't learned another answer
I feel so bad when I leave How could I care so little for myself? But what else was I to do? It won't matter in a year So why should it matter now?
I say I'm not going to contact you for a while But then I do because my hands don't know another number Then you pick up and you say come over Because your lips haven't learned another answer
I'm gonna break But I'm already broken This time I'm really going to have to Pry myself open
I never thought if fall down that slope of false hope an empty words
I say I'm not going to contact you for a while But then I do because my hands don't know another number Then you pick up and you say come over Because your lips haven't learned another answer