Hurts to Hold On

Don't come over Don't stroke my hair in the shower I'm not just a controller, you push my buttons for hours And don't tell me you're sorry, 'cause it's not your fault, it's ours Sometimes, it hurts to hold on And I can try to tell you that it's all over now But you don't know it or want to understand Yes, I feel bad that you bought me That pink snowboard for Christmas But if you wanted me to use it Why'd you treat me like that? Just one more night, can we fall in love? I don't wanna fight, I just wanna fuck How can I move on if you're all I want? No, no Nobody compares, my hands are turning red Hold on with all my strength, I'm losing again, I'm losing Sometimes, it hurts to hold on Uh, uh, don't come over Don't buy me roses and flowers They'll only become a symbol of everything gone sour And I would have to look at them 'til they wither in my room It's like they purposely confront me 'Cause they're no longer in bloom And I'd have to take them out the vase and throw them in the bin And I get way too sentimental about material things So then I'd have to cut the leaves off and dry them in a book So they can stay with me forever, but I never even look at them They just sit there for a decade, satisfying my OCD 'Cause I'm way too damn controlling trying to keep you here with me Sometimes It hurts to hold on (Wither in my room) No don't come over? No No don't come over? No No don't come over? No No, don't come over Don't come over Don't stroke my hair in the shower