Drunken Conversations - Tilian

I don’t react when you say you’re not coming back

I’m immune to your overcompensations

In our drunken conversations

I hold it back, bite my lip and let you attack

And It’s been happening more than just on occasion

Already tired of being of patient

I’ve hurt you so many times before

Why don’t you show me the door?

Why don’t you show me the door?

Why do you, you, you keep hanging on to me?

You, you keep hanging on to me?

You, you hanging on, h-h-hanging on?

You, you hanging on, h-h-hanging on to me?

Was all an act

First thing in the morning, you take it back

And I know that your tired heart is aching

As you hide your desperation

I’ve hurt you so many times before

Why don’t you show me the door?

Why don’t you show me the door?

Why do you, you, you keep hanging on to me?

You, you keep hanging on to me?

You, you hanging on, h-h-hanging on?

You, you hanging on, h-h-hanging on to me?

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Why do you, you, you keep hanging on to me?

You, you keep hanging on to me?

You, you hanging on, h-h-hanging on?

You, you hanging on, h-h-hanging on

You, you hanging on, h-h-hanging on?

You, you hanging on, h-h-hanging on?