〈Verse 1〉
I am the quiver in your voice; The reciprocation that you loathe
I am the deliberation in your phrasing; Your invitation scrawled out in fading ink
〈Pre-Chorus〉
Trace your fingers down
The cracks in my veneer
Behind each, a tremor
〈Chorus〉
I mean it like it sounds
Like when I’m not around
And how you “won’t miss it.”
〈Verse 2〉
I am a promise hollowed out; The vacancy I can’t keep skin deep
I am a yearning kept unsaid; An aging debt you felt you owed then
〈Pre-Chorus〉
Hold me like you care
Start to taper off
Once I’m in on it
〈Chorus〉
I mean it like it sounds
Like when I’m not around
And how you “won’t miss it.”
(You said it was every time I’d spеnt
Dodging all your friends and their fraying ends
I still wondеr if you’re right about
Why I left alone that night.)
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