Walking on a String (Alt Version)

[Verse 1: Phoebe Bridgers]

The things you've said are hanging in the middle of my mind Tonight, I can't turn 'em off

I try to worry for my soul but I forget to all the time

I'm in a twisted web and I can't pull my head from it

I think about you walking on a string

It always brings me back here

Into the garden by the hand

You've always had me walking on a string

I knew that I was dead before you touched my lonesome skin

You're never running out of ways to worm your way back in

I hang my head and feel the oxygen drain

I think about you walking on a string

And it always brings me back here

Into the garden by the hand

Anyone who knows what love is will understand

You've always had me walking on a string