More or Less the Sort of Shit Ex-Lovers Get Restraining Orders for Songtext

von mr. a balladeer

Hi - hi, it's me again
Second time today
But this time with a plan

Don't - don't be mad at me
I was hoping we could talk
And maybe flee

Now the playground's closed
We can go someplace somewhere else
I could show you the smell and the sound
Of fresh cut grass

So go get dressed

I - I respect your choice
Yes, I read you
There's no need to raise your voice

Go - go back inside
We don't want to wake the neighbors
Or my Hyde

I'm so tired of being a saint all by myself
I guess you don't really know me all that well

But

I need help
I need help

To hell with these patterns and all those damn parallels
How come no one wants to know me all that well?

Please, do tell

If – if I slit my wrists
I would bleed to death
To show you I exist

Don't - don't call the cops
Just tell me you don't love me
And I'm off

Well, I'll be off

But I'll be back