Broken Fingers

By Parting Ways

On Meant Well

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Shaking hands, there’s no other way to do this

It sheds light on the weight of perspective

To realize that I am just not capable

To make amends, sticks and stones will break my fall

We're both in this together

So let's tear each other apart

I'm holding on with broken fingers

These arms bend until they break

I have broken so many promises

Trust me, you can't trust me

Wishing that I fit the job description

I, deceiver, consider this a final warning

Consider this

You always said you'd save the best for me

(You can’t trust me)

You always said you'd save the best for me

Why did this end so suddenly