Context

She speaks in acronym
Been sighing at the top of her lungs
She’s so convincing when she laughs and leads it on
And I’ve been rinsing off
All the colors of a love
That I picked up when I was certain that I’d never come undone
And I don’t love her
But with this manufactured sentimental buffer
She really compliments my stubborn side and silence that I keep
Until I’m drunk as hell and all the strings come out
What it’s always been about
Can’t she tell
I was tied up trying to tie off loose ends
And pulling on a pretty long thread when I should’ve known better
I had to try hard not to make promises
It left me with a question on the conscious
Out of luck and out of context (x3)
It left me with a question on the conscious
Out of luck and out of context
It was a long time coming
Still not long enough
But reticent as ever
She watched me come undone
And I don’t love her
With this manufactured, sentimental buffer
She really compliments my stubborn side and silence that I keep
Until I’m drunk as hell and all the strings come out
What it’s always been about
Can’t she tell
I was tied up trying to tie off loose ends
And pulling on a pretty long thread when I should’ve known better
I had to try hard not to make promises
Left me with a question on the conscious
Out of luck and out of context (x3)
Left me with a question on the conscious
Out of luck and out of context