pretty lies

We're just a relationship beaten to death

You smell like whiskey and regret

I don't know what you expect from me now

I've listened to all your pretty lies

But I don't think you're satisfied

I feel that our clocks are ticking down

Hold me close you don't know what lies ahead

I cried and held it all inside while you went to bed (you went to bed and you were fine)

You have more power than you know

Your words take its toll (what about me? I'm on the line)

I wonder what you'd do if I left my childhood home