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Your face lied and I believed it You let me roll with what you think I know Doesn't change the fact that you feel what you're feeling Don't know if you'll say it though Yes, I cut my existential dreads off It's funny that you ask why Didn't think you cared when you took off I guess I haven't let you go yet All that time spent dying to forget Now I'm trying to remember As if there's something that the Lies couldn't get to, lying at the center Been calling since the time of regret Been sending messages Leaving voicemails, damn near knocking the door down Trying to come to I guess you haven't let me go yet You pulled me to the corners of your eyes And I found your tears hiding I chased you to the end of your fingertips Trying to do the right thing I twisted away using time as my excuse I left the weight of untying on you Sorry if I made you feel like you couldn't say the truth Tell me how you feel now I'm sorry that you picked up the phone I'm sorry that I picked up the pain And painted my way back into your picture Trying to come to Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh