I remember that custom record I fell asleep to
The needle scratching
And that cold wind you ran through
I loved you, sore loser
Who cannot let go
And doesn't hold on, too
Does it hurt the bruises when I hold you?
Will it hurt you more if I let go?
There's one thing I know to be true
The feeling that once enveloped me tightly
Is now gone and redirected
I've died and resurrected
So many times in a cycle
And you don't like skepticism
And you don't love for another
Does it hurt the bruises when I hold you?
Will it hurt you more if I let go?
I loved you, sore loser
Who cannot let go and doesn't hold on to anyone