We haven’t spoken
I blocked your number
Bout a month ago
Hope you ain’t broken
Soakin in your sadness
Iron on the soul
Cause I got done with thinking
That you’d come around
That you might quit your drinking
And wanna settle down
With me
I miss your judgment
Miss your downward lip and your upturned brow
Miss the condescension
Look of satisfaction when you show me how
I miss the silence
When you’re thinking deeply
Miss that absent sound
I guess I kinda miss it
Having you around
A mirror to my madness
My head stuck way up in the clouds
Now you’re in my inbox
Reaching out for help
You know I can’t say no
You’ve been burning bridges
I’m aching for a clincher
Gotta let you go
I hope you’re happy
I hope you’rе well
And that your life is good
That both your boyfriends
Keep you satisfiеd
In ways I never could
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Huck Hastings Lyrics – The Clincher