stalemate

Why don't you wanna be around me when you're sad, baby?

I wanna ask you, but I know you'll just fall back

So I make stories up, and, in my head, you tell me they're the truth

So used to all the eggshells on the floor, me and you

Oh, the more I pour, the emptier your cup

Baby, you're still halfway out the door with every drop

And I don't have very much of myself left, but could you wait up?

'Cause I'd still give you all the rest of me, and then some

Ended up in stalemate, somehow

Gave you all my pieces, and the benefit of the doubt