The Hill

I know it would wreck me

If we ever parted

Sitting on a loveseat

Neither of us talking

These eggshells we walked on

Cut us like barbed wire

Pride has kept us holding on

We're both getting tired

Your side or mine

The real fine line we're painting

A mess we're making of love

Who really cares who's right or wrong?

If this is the hill we're dying on

Will you find some new friends

And a new apartment?

I don't think that I can

If I'm being honest

Your side or mine

The real fine line we're painting

A mess we're making of love

Who really cares who's right or wrong?

If this is the hill we're dying on

Some things are past saving

Some wars don't need waging

Listen, all I'm saying

Is my heart don't need breaking