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We used to send a hundred texts a day
Every stray thought was okay to say
Our talks were rivers, branching out to sea
Nothing ever felt too big for me
Now we ask"How's the weather?" every time we meet
We fill the air with phrases soft and sweet
We circle around the things we used to know
Polite little words that never flow
The spoons rest by the plates, the phone won't ring
We're tying little knots with every word we bring
I'm tired of these careful lines we say
I long for the truth to find its way
The spoons rest by the plates, the phone won't ring
We're tying little knots with every word we bring
I wonder when the real words went
Our lines are just a habit, barely meant
Now we ask"How's the weather?" every time we meet
We fill the air with phrases soft and sweet
We circle around the things we used to know
Polite little words that never flow
The spoons rest by the plates, the phone won't ring
We're tying little knots with every word we bring
I'm tired of these careful lines we say
I long for the truth to find its way
The spoons rest by the plates, the phone won't ring
We're tying little knots with every word we bring
I wonder when the real words went
Our lines are just a habit, barely meant