I don't like checking my phone
Or feeling obligated to respond
If someone sawed off my leg
You'd tell me to just walk it off
There's no crying in baseball
There's no I in the team
You make a better door than a window
Move out of the way, you're blocking the TV
You've got a needle sticking out of your arm
And it's not from an IV
I'm sorry life's been so cruel to you
I'm sorry that the world's made you so mean
I wanna be untouchable, impossible to reach
Still feel a phantom pain in my hand when I cross the street
Make sure to remind myself
No matter what, to stay soft
To bare my teeth when needed
But to retract my claws
No wonder I went no-contact
No wonder that I cut you off
You were a limb made from cancerous cells
Losing you has never been my loss
3 Liter - r u talking just to hear urself talk ? Lyrics
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I don't like checking my phone
Or feeling obligated to respond
If someone sawed off my leg
You'd tell me to just walk it off
There's no crying in baseball
There's no I in the team
You make a better door than a window
Move out of the way, you're blocking the TV
You've got a needle sticking out of your arm
And it's not from an IV
I'm sorry life's been so cruel to you
I'm sorry that the world's made you so mean
I wanna be untouchable, impossible to reach
Still feel a phantom pain in my hand when I cross the street
Make sure to remind myself
No matter what, to stay soft
To bare my teeth when needed
But to retract my claws
No wonder I went no-contact
No wonder that I cut you off
You were a limb made from cancerous cells
Losing you has never been my loss
Or feeling obligated to respond
If someone sawed off my leg
You'd tell me to just walk it off
There's no crying in baseball
There's no I in the team
You make a better door than a window
Move out of the way, you're blocking the TV
You've got a needle sticking out of your arm
And it's not from an IV
I'm sorry life's been so cruel to you
I'm sorry that the world's made you so mean
I wanna be untouchable, impossible to reach
Still feel a phantom pain in my hand when I cross the street
Make sure to remind myself
No matter what, to stay soft
To bare my teeth when needed
But to retract my claws
No wonder I went no-contact
No wonder that I cut you off
You were a limb made from cancerous cells
Losing you has never been my loss
Writer: Juliette Philbrick
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