Going Through The Motions

early 2000s garage rock, indie rock, lo-fi production, driving bassline, interlocking clean guitars with melodic leads, simple, dry, drums direct that complements the song's upbeat rock style, steady mid-tempo groove, Hayley Williams's style female vocals, pitch bending on elongated line endings, melancholic but detached delivery, resigned energy, nostalgic, no extra vocals, no extra harmonizing vocals

[Verse 1] your hands felt like strangers, when they touched my skin we used to, embrace but now we, just, pretend something died between the sheets last night now i just lie here, not trying but my body knows, what my heart wont, keep fighting [Chorus] when did love, become, a joke that we both, laugh at im done with the faking Darling this thing wont last i hate that this, just muscle, memory going through the motions, till we, break free [Verse 2] you roll over, like i'm just, another chore i remember when you, wanted, much more i lay here, staring at the ceiling used to need your words, now i cant stand, the feeling our friends give us notes to, fight through shit we, never even, tried to now we're just strangers, in one bed living off of, love that's, been dead [Chorus] when did love, become, a joke that we both, laugh at im done with the faking Darling this thing wont last i hate that this, just muscle, memory going through the motions, till we, break free [Bridge] im tired of pretending were fine nothing we do is ever right promises were never meant to break we keep screaming and nothing changes well baby i've ran out, of patience [Chorus] when did love, become, a joke that we both, laugh at im done with the faking Darling this thing wont last i hate that this, just muscle, memory going through the motions, till we, break free

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