I played my hand
Ended up a joke
It's ritual
To watch each other choke
I've seen it
With bleary eyes
What breaks us
Cause' we're sentimental people
I wasn't
I wasn't cruel
Cruel
For fear of
For fear of being seen
I'll cut my hair
And bleach it clean
I get it
No one deserves this
We falter
Cause' we're sentimental people
I hate it
I hate it too
Too
(I hope there is a candle
Where the shade still stays to wait
Like an ovation for any sufferer
Who has swung so low again)
I won't feel okay
I won't feel okay until you do
You do
I won't feel okay
I won't feel okay until you do
You do
I wasn't
I wasn't cruel
Cruel
I hate it
I hate it too
Too