She don't listen much I don't talk too much
Her thin hands are soft to the touch
She loves to read but not my mind
If I had words she'd be more kind
And I think the time when we talked a lot
Was when my heart got stabbed and shot
I remember I ran and jumped on a bike
And found another I was actually like
We don't talk much now
We don't talk much now
We don't talk much now
We don't talk much now
And I think the time when we talked a lot
Was when my heart got stabbed and shot
I remember I ran and jumped on a bike
And found another I was actually like
But maybe I just wished it was so
My instincts just told me to go
But what did I do I just stayed
And laughed at the bed that we made
She don't listen much I don't talk too much
Her thin hands are soft to the touch
She loves to read but not my mind
If I had words she'd be more kind
And I think the time when we talked a lot
Was when my heart got stabbed and shot
I remember I ran and jumped on a bike
And found another I was actually like
But maybe I just wished it was so
My instincts just told me to go
But what did I do I just stayed
And laughed at the bed that we made
And so (and so)
I seem (to sigh)
I seem to be able to be so unkind
Like I've lost my mind
And I lie
But maybe I just wished it was so
We stuck round sour faced and got cold
So I look at my cards and I fold
Before I get bitter and old
And I lie......