On that icy day in cold December
When you slipped and lost your temper
We were shouting on the couch inside
Tangled into such a mess
Keep tying knots, we’ve lost our grip
We build the pressure, always toe the line
Now we’re getting broken up
About not being broken up
About not knowing what we want
We keep working at it
Tryna tape the bandage
It’ll never be what we wanted
Learn to live without it
Without it
Tragic
Thought we almost had it
We keep working at it
But we don’t
No we don’t
No we don’t work
All your compliments feel bitter
Cover up the holes we’re digging
Sweeping all the dust under the rug
Tell me what’s the point of fighting
We’re metal in the lightning
We’re not even us
Now we’re getting broken up
About not being broken up
About not knowing what we want
We keep working at it
Tryna tape the bandage
It’ll never be what we wanted
Learn to live without it
Without it
Tragic
Thought we almost had it
We keep working at it
But we don’t
No we don’t
No we don’t work
I won’t think about it
If you don’t think about it
Wish that I could cut you off
And forget about it
Learn to live without it
Can we live without it
Yeah we keep working at it
But we don’t work
We keep working at it
Tryna tape the bandage
It’ll never be what we wanted
Learn to live without it
Without it
Tragic
Thought we almost had it
We keep working at it
But we don’t
No we don’t
No we don’t work
I won’t think about it
If you don’t think about it
Wish that I could cut you off
And forget about it
Learn to live without it
Can we live without it
Yeah we keep working at it
But we don’t work
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