The Waltz

Picking at scabs, pulling up pieces

Open old wounds to make your way in

I know what you want, you’re convinced you need it

So you lie to my face

Well I see your mouth is still moving but you don’t have much to say

I hope there's a new wave that you’re running in

I heard your bullshit version of everything

So much for old friends

I hope there's a new wave that you’re running in

I know your bullshit excuse for everything

Fuck you, we were friends