| Hold my breath until you’re gone
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| At least this time, it’s clear where I’ve gone wrong
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| (Wrong)
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| I’ll wait my turn to tell you why it’s over now
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| I won’t come home and try with you anymore
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| Bear in mind
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| I think you made your point
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| And I’m not sure anymore
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| Why you get to be so loud
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| Trying on your kindest rage
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| And haunting the whole house
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| While I’m so stoned
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| Building up a need to hate
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| And waging wars you’ve made
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| All along
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| Was it that bad?
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| Was I that bad?
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| Bear in mind
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| That I don’t owe you shit
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| And I’m not sure anymore
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| Why you aren’t grasping it
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| Pack your things in boxes that you just unpacked to live in our home
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| Unhang all your pictures, while I untell all our friends the lies you told
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| It wasn’t my intention to become someone this way, someone you loathe
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| Was it that bad?
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| Was I that bad?
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| I’ll hold my breath until you’re gone
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| At least this time, it’s clear I’m not all wrong
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| And you can say I wasn’t there
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| And you can say I always leave
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| How dare you always show your point
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| When all your ones have been appeased |