I never thought I'd fall down that slope of false hope and empty words
But that night in my car you should've pushed me far but you let me in
Back into your room, back to how things used to be

I say I'm not going to contact you for a while
But then I do because my hands don't know another number
Then you pick up and you [bad word] over
Because your lips haven't learned another answer

I feel so bad when I leave
How could I care so little for myself?
But what else was I to do?
It won't matter in a year
So why should it matter now?

I say I'm not going to contact you for a while
But then I do because my hands don't know another number
Then you pick up and you [bad word] over
Because your lips haven't learned another answer

I'm gonna break
But I'm already broken
This time I'm really going to have to
Pry myself open

I never thought if fall down that slope of false hope an empty words

I say I'm not going to contact you for a while
But then I do because my hands don't know another number
Then you pick up and you [bad word] over
Because your lips haven't learned another answer