Verse 1 I watched the telephone shiver on the nightstand Like it was afraid of what it might have to say There’s lipstick on the filter of my last cigarette From someone who swore they’d never smoke I keep seeing you in the glass of storefronts Always with your hands in your pockets Like you’re holding onto something sharp Pre-Chorus My hands are up in surrender — don’t Make me the last one to know. Chorus And maybe we were just strangers Who borrowed each other’s names Long enough to ruin the sound of them Every joke was a bullet And we laughed until we bled Verse 2 I wrote you down in the margins of library books Just so someone else might find you first Your name looks smaller in my handwriting now Like it’s embarrassed to be seen here There’s a street in this town that still smells like rain And the nights we mistook for permanence But it’s just mildew, it’s always just mildew Pre-Chorus My hands are up in surrender — don’t Make me the last one to know. Chorus And maybe we were just strangers Who borrowed each other’s names Long enough to ruin the sound of them Every joke was a bullet And we laughed until we bled Bridge If this is a war, then I’ve stopped keeping score Your victory feels more like forgetting And I’m tired of offering up my memory Like it’s something you’ve earned Outro I watched the telephone shiver on the nightstand Like it was afraid of what it might have to say
