[Verse 1] You said “it’s nothing” Keys on the counter Coffee going cold by the bed Tiny little silence Hangs like a question Hangs by a single thread [Chorus] Spare the sweater Don’t pull the thread Leave what we said Right where it landed Hold the pattern Hold my hand instead If we start picking at the seams Will anything be left? [Verse 2] Your joke fell crooked My smile felt borrowed You stare straight through the TV glare Every little comment Tugs at the collar Unraveling the way you care [Chorus] Spare the sweater Don’t pull the thread Leave what we said Right where it landed Hold the pattern Hold my hand instead If we start picking at the seams Will anything be left? [Bridge] Maybe it’s mended Maybe it’s frayed Maybe we’re scared to see What’s underneath this weight we’ve made So just lean in Breathe on my neck (oh) Let the questions rest [Chorus] Spare the sweater Don’t pull the thread Leave what we said Right where it landed Hold the pattern Hold my hand instead If we start picking at the seams Will anything be left? Will anything be left?
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