Postpartum Malone

'Cause I'm not who I use to be When I'm with you And you're with me It doesn't matter which lies That we tell ourselves 'Cause the truth we deny Doesn't seem to help It doesn't matter which lies That we tell ourselves Between you and me I know that things seem complicated I know that things were left unsaid I never thought I'd be someone you hated But between you and me You're better off Sit back and relax Is what she's telling me Press your lips against the glass Until there's chemistry Sit back and relax Is what she's telling me Press your lips against the glass Until there's chemistry 'Cause I'm not who I use to be But I am always in my way And I hate all the things I say But I am always in my way I'm always in my way And I can't seem to shake this I guess I'll do my best To fake it, too It doesn't matter which lies That we tell ourselves 'Cause the truth we deny Doesn't seem to help It doesn't matter which lies That we tell ourselves Between you and me I know that things seem complicated I know that things were left unsaid I never thought I'd be someone you hated But between you and me You're better off These days it's strange You exist in the peripheral There's just a scar or two left From the physical If I could trace my finger From north to south I'd head west and drink an ocean To wash your name out of my mouth 'Cause I'm not who I use to be When I'm with you And you're with me And I can't seem to shake this I guess I'll do my best To fake it, too I know that things seem complicated I know that things were left unsaid I never thought I'd be someone you hated But between you and me You're better off You're better off thinking your right You're better off And I'm better off saying goodbye You're better off You're better off You're better off You're better off You're better off It doesn't matter which lies That we tell ourselves 'Cause the truth we deny Doesn't seem to help It doesn't matter which lies That we tell ourselves Between you and me I know that things seem complicated I know that things were left unsaid I never thought I'd be someone you hated But between you and me You're better off But between you and me You're better off dead These days it's strange You exist in the peripheral There's just a scar or two left From the physical If I could trace my finger From north to south I'd head west and drink an ocean To wash your name out of my mouth