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

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