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Tough landing
Rough morning comes crashing down
Eyes blinking
I awaken, I remember the awful things we said
Talk to me
I made you coffee, my peace offering
You don't get it
What I'm trying to say

What's the point of being sorry
If I can't spit out the words
If I can't say it, I can't say it
You got to
I wanna be the bigger person,
But I just can't be the first of us
To say it, I can't say it
You got to

And it's a stare-down in the kitchen
Wondering which of us will crack
Well I can do this dance all day
Oh the humanity
The barbs and the profanity
We're both to blame my dear
If you can't say it out loud
You can whisper in my ear

What's the point of being sorry
If I can't spit out the words
If I can't say it, I can't say it
You got to

I could make us both feel better
If you tell me where it hurts
And I will kiss it, I will fix this
I want to, I want to, I want to

I wanna be the bigger person
But I just can't be the first
Of us to say it, I can't say it
You got to

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