All you do is make a mess out of me
All you say is can you stay
I'm the kind of person to hold on to tattered fragments of
The rug you wouldn't let me weave without your pretty fingers on the loom
All we know is how to hurt ourselves
All I say is that I want to get away
And you're the kind of person to pull all of my ends loose and leave me
Tangled up and mangled while you rest your pretty fingers on the loom
Who would have guessed that something so soft could burn like you?
How can I hold you close when nothing hurts like you do?
Who would have thought the strings that tied us could be so loose?
Just look at the rug burns you left on me
What's your excuse?
I'll call you in the morning
All you know
Is how to test my love
And all I say is can you not push me away
And I'm the kind of person who just can't say no to people like you
Use me as your doormat and make sure to slam the door right in my face
Who would have guessed that something so soft could burn like you?
How can I hold you close when nothing hurts like you do?
Who would have thought the strings that tied us could be so loose?
Just look at the rug burns you left on me
What's your excuse?
I'll call you in the morning
I'll call you in the morning
When the bruises start to heal
The many times I've let you win
I don't know how to feel
I thought that we were on the mend
But all the rules you'll always bend, and
Not all friendships have to end
But it's so hard to be your friend
Oh, who would have guessed that something so soft could burn like you?
How can I hold you close when nothing hurts like you do?
Who would have thought the strings that tied us could be so loose?
Just look at the rug burns you left on me
What's your excuse?
Just look at the rug burns you left on me
What's your excuse?
Just look at the rug burns you left on me
What's your excuse?
I'll call you in the morning