You wrote the words in November
And i read them in the cold.
I know the breaks, i know you want her
And i needed to be told.
I wanna make you tell me like you made me,
with your hands on my throat.
You drew my body in the softest light,
Do you burn the paper when you kiss her lips.
At this point it'd hurt less to know,
At this point it couldn't hurt more to know.
At this point it'd hurt less to know.
At this point it couldn't hurt more.
Cause you cast me aside, and you pushed me away,
And you fold me like a card that you don't want to play.
I feel alright, but I wonder why.
In a fantasy world that you drew in your room, I'm kept in a cage
And I stare at the moon, I feel alright, but I wonder why.
This is eking out, I've been way too shallow.
Come on, calm, just let me out.
This doesn't have to be so hard now.
I don't want to be someone else.
This is not the way.
What's your address? Don't ask questions.
We're both moving in new directions.
Out the window, throw your blessings.
What's the point of a call back, when we need so much more?
It's not treason, we're just breathing, but it's awful close.
Lost my cellphone, like I like to when I'm far from home.
Now I'm buried by the words you say.
Swimming in a lake of this.
At this point, it'd hurt less to know.
At this point...
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i'm no good so i'll let everyone else do the talking abt how great this album is bc i have more important things to talk abt like that it was recorded in my hometown!! i was walkin around a stupid little ten-year-old and they were in the stu makin this album less than a mile from my house!! what!!!!! Elizabeth