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Call to tell me all
The things you got, you got going on
Could be talking to a wall
‘Cause you're not listening to anyone
Took you 42 minutes to ask how I was doing
But you don't really care so I don't care to tell you
I don't know why I thought this time would be any different
But I keep picking up

I hold my breath and you turn me blue
I should go ahead and give up on you
But I stay around trying to make you change
And you stay who you are
I know why they say that
Old habits die hard

Spin our story in
A way that paints you in the best light
But there's no picket fence
Can't dress the truth up in pretty lies
I spend all my time trying to make you honest
Taking all your hell while you act like a saint
But I always end up on the floor with empty pockets
Too tired to walk away

I hold my breath and you turn me blue
I should go ahead and give up on you
But I stay around trying to make you change
And you stay who you are
I know why they say that
Old habits die hard


So do what you do best
Sweep it under the rug
And leave it for the rest of us to clean up
When we're beaten down
And tired of you not giving a fuck
Promises
Little heartbreakers
Empty words you'll never fill
You're the king of pretenders
And I'm the dumb kid at the windowsill
Who's waiting on you
To be who you promised to
I hold my breath and you turn me blue
I should go ahead and give up on you
I hold my breath and you turn me blue
I should go ahead and give up on you

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