My fingers broke holding the rope that tied me to the past
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I choked on every simple syllable I'd stitched into my teeth
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Since the bones reset I guess I think about you less
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Unless I'm drinking or upset, but honestly that doesn't happen frequently
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I'm not even sure why I'm still calling you up
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When I know that your phone's been disconnected for months
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I guess it's hard to break a habit that reminds you of love
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I just needed you to know that I don't miss you at all
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And needlework would never hurt, I embellished all that I was worth
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With words so passionately birthed by lovers losing hope
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But in the end I hated all the metaphors we made
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Every sickly sentiment that I had sewn into my skin
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I'm learning to remove your every suture, every wound is proof
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That even love is ruthless
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But I survived no thanks to you
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But in the end I hated all the metaphors we made
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Every sickly sentiment that I had sewn into my skin
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I'm learning to remove your every suture, every wound is proof
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That even love is ruthless
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But I survived no thanks to you
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