I wonder just how little talking
I can get away with
Before you figure something’s wrong
And try your best to fix it
But I’m really good at pushing people
Really good at shoving matches
I will skin my palms and knees
And wipe the blood right off of my hands

So you never get the chance to
'Cause I will have beaten you to it
You say that all your friends are vampires
Well honey, I can prove it
But I’m turning off my phone
There’s no use looking back
I’ll play video games 'til I have a panic attack
Woah

I wonder just how little talking
You can get away with
Before I realize something’s wrong
And completely ignore it
But you’re really good at pushing people
Really good at shoving matches
You will draw blood
And I’ll get stitches in my head
As I think about local anesthesia
How nice it would have been
If I could have numbed all of my fingers
So I couldn’t respond to what you said
But I’m turning off my phone
There’s no use looking back
I’ll play video games 'til I have a panic attack
Woah

You told me not to do this
But here I am
I got a flask in one pocket
And the bottle in my hand
And I’m upset, I’m angry
I’m way too mad
You were sitting under a tree
When I refused to say
I love you back
And I know that it’s not
What you planned
Or what you thought would happen
You were wrong anyway

I’m turning off my phone