You're by my side
But you don't hold my hand
Whatever happened to you today
I'll never know cause you don't tell
Why am I waiting for you
To kiss me goodnight
If you never call me anymore
We've been roasting in a slow cooker
Not even realizing our skin's on fire
Till what was there just melts away
Why didn't you just cut
All the strings on my guitar
Cause you won't let me sing
Any songs for you
Trying to tell you we're different
But your ears are plastered shut
With all the years we've passed
Just want what we had
But you don't care enough even
To tell me to shut my mouth
Don't even touch me
To push me away
Why didn't you just cut
All the strings on my guitar
Cause you won't let me sing
Any songs for you
My fingers on bare wood
Just fretting my love away
Would've made it easier on me-
So much easier, If you'd just cut
All the strings on my guitar
Cause you won't let me sing
Any songs for you
Just cut out my heart
Cause it doesn't beat
For you any more
Not any more...
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