Released on September 12, 2019

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[Chorus]

I know I’m at fault here

We’re no lemon and lime

You filled my wounds with your salt, dear

And you’re just wasting my time

Yeah, you're just wasting my time


I know I’m at fault here

We’re no lemon and lime

You filled my wounds with your salt, dear

And you’re just wasting my time

Yeah, you're just wasting my time


[Verse]

Usually I have crystal clear vision

But I can’t find my lens

Thank you for all the time that you’ve given

But you’re just not my friends


[Pre-Chorus]

Let’s go to the fabric store

To fix the clothes that I never worе

I don’t fit in my Sunday best

And my hand me downs werе never pressed


[Chorus]

I know I’m at fault here

We’re no lemon and lime

You filled my wounds with your salt, dear

And you’re just wasting my time

Yeah, you're just wasting my time

I know I’m at fault here

We’re no lemon and lime

You filled my wounds with your salt, dear

And you’re just wasting my time

Yeah, you're just wasting my time

“You filled my wounds with your salt, dear”
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To affix a wound with salt is to make the wound extremely painful for the victim – in this case, the other person caused Drive45’s personal figurative wounds (possibly already existing prior to their meeting) to become significantly more painful to deal with.