[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
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.