“bill me (in red ink)” verse 1 i feel you moving underneath my skin like a quiet place i shouldn’t have let you in every thought bends back to you like it’s something i was built to lose i tried to cut you out my name but it echoes back just the same guess you live in everything i do guess that’s what it means to lose you pre-chorus you said love was something clean but it carved me in between hook sorry for wasting your time bill me write it where i can’t deny bill me charge me for the breath i take for every second i stayed awake if i was something in between sorry for wasting your time bill me verse 2 your voice still splits me into parts one that stays and one that falls apart i keep counting what i owe like a truth i never get to know every word i didn’t say comes back louder anyway now they circle in my head like they’re better left unsaid pre-chorus and the silence cuts so deep like a debt i have to keep hook sorry for wasting your time bill me send it to the worst of me bill me charge me for the nights i disappeared for every time i let you near if i’m a fault you couldn’t see sorry for wasting your time bill me bridge add it up—every scar, every lie every version of me that had to die every moment i stayed when i knew i was only something you’d outgrow if i erase myself enough would it finally be enough? or am i just a cost you keep so you remember what you cut from me breakdown (hushed, fractured) i feel it crawling in my veins spelling out my name in blame every memory multiplies turns to numbers in my mind post-hook sorry for wasting your time bill me mark it where it won’t fade clean bill me charge me for the parts you took for every time i couldn’t look if i was something incomplete sorry for wasting your time bill me verse 3 there’s a version of me you still control quiet, breaking, doing what it’s told i think it’s buried in your voice like it never really had a choice did you break it just to see how much it could still believe? i can’t tell what’s worse to prove— being used or being removed pre-chorus either way i’m paying still not in money, just in will final hook (slow, empty) sorry for wasting your time bill me take whatever’s left of me bill me charge me for the life i tried to fake for every part i couldn’t break if i was something you outgrew sorry for wasting your time bill me outro write me off in bleeding lines turn me into lost designs if i ever crossed your mind count it as a waste of time sorry for wasting your time …bill me
