Death Grip

I'm sorry for the things I've said
With a death grip
But this time I really mean it
When things get bad, will you play dead?
For a minute
I thought you really meant it

And we still act like strangers afterwhile
And I know that my efforts are futile
And you've been smoking Camel's since I was nine
And why do we act like strangers afterwhile?

No one sleeps on the couch anymore
Do you still keep your keys at the top of the door?
I hate it
'Cause I still can't fucking reach them

And we still act like strangers afterwhile
And I know that my efforts are futile
And you've been smoking Camel's since I was nine
Then why do we act like strangers afterwhile?

If I fell
Right in front of you
Would you say
I'm in front of you
So I folded
Folded hard
Why go and fight it?
Why go and fight?

When we still act like strangers afterwhile
And I know that my efforts are futile
And you've been smoking Camel's since I was nine
And why do we act like strangers afterwhile?