| I’m getting better at letting go
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| Sometimes I grip too hard
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| But we’ve held hands for too long and I’m feeling torn
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| Stuck in traffic at a crossroad
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| Under streetlights when we walk home
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| Sitting by the windowsill
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| The breeze pulls on your hair
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| I daydreamed of days spent with you
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| But know you never care
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| Tearing off this band-aid that I wear every day
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| Say what you want me to be, 'cause I’m just fine
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| The only time I tore my skin was when I let you in
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| Say what you want me to be, I’ll be alright
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| I’ll be alright
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| You were the deep-end in a shallow pool
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| Not much for a personality
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| Just pretending that you love me
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| It only stings for a little bit when I’m pulling you off my skin
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| And the off-white tone of the window sill that I know you sit by still
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| Waiting for me all alone
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| But I’m never coming home
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| Tearing off this band-aid that I wear every day
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| Say what you want me to be, 'cause I’m just fine
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| The only time I tore my skin was when I let you in
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| Say what you want me to be, I’ll be alright
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| It’s easy to see with hindsight
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| I should have known better
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| I should have known
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| Everything heals with time
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| And I’ve wasted long enough with you
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| There’s nothing I can do
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| I’m better off with this scar tissue
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| Tearing off this band-aid that I wear every day
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| Say what you want me to be, 'cause I’m just fine
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| The only time I tore my skin was when I let you in
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| Say what you want me to be, I’ll be alright
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| I’ll be alright
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| Say what you want me to be, I’ll be alright
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| I’ll be alright
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| Say what you want me to be, I’ll be alright |