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She speaks in acronym Been sighing at the top of her lungs She's so convincing when she laughs and leads it on And I've been rinsing off All the colors of a love That I picked up When I was certain I would never come undone And I don't love her But with this manufactured sentimental buffer She really compliments my stubborn side and silence that I keep Until I'm drunk as hell and all the strings come out What it's always been about Can't she tell? I was tied up, trying to tie off loose ends And pulling on a pretty long thread When I should've known better I had to try hard not to make promises It left me with a question on the conscience Out of luck and out of context Out of luck and out of context Out of luck and out of context It left me with a question on the conscience Out of luck and out of context It was a long time coming Still not long enough But reticent as ever she watched me come undone And I don't love her With this manufactured, sentimental buffer She really compliments my stubborn side and silence that I keep Until I'm drunk as hell and all the strings come out What it's always been about Can't she tell? I was tied up, trying to tie off loose ends And pulling on a pretty long thread When I should've known better I had to try hard not to make promises It left me with a question on the conscience Out of luck and out of context Out of luck and out of context Out of luck and out of context It left me with a question on the conscience Out of luck and out of context