Same old conversation
A low-grade imitation
Of how we used to play off each other
Freedom into friction
Teasing at the stitching
'Til I can feel us starting to fray
You know it's me
That I'm tired of
I don't wanna push you away
Maybe I should have told you
I've been feeling kind of low
I just thought if I told you
You maybe wouldn't wanna know
Outdone on the insights
Old tricks never land right
They keep on talking over the punchlines
No end to the mission
No wheezing benediction
To send you nodding into the night
You know it's me
I'm ashamed of
I don't wanna push you away
Maybe I should have told you
I've been feeling kind of low
I just thought if I told you
You maybe wouldn't wanna know, oh-oh
(If you're gone then forget it)
(If you're gone, already away)
(If you're gone then forget it)
(If you're gone, already away)
(If you're gone then forget it)
(If you're gone, already away)
(If you're gone then forget it)
(If you're gone, already away)
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