Music & Lyrics By Lauren Marsh
Here we are just sticks and stones,
So cold,
Here we are like falling snow,
So alone,
When I think of you at night,
I wonder if it was all a lie,
And when I see your white t-shirt,
It still hurts,
On the count of three,
Let's let go of you and me,
On the count of four,
I'll slide down the back of the door,
As you,
Walk away, walk away,
Six, seven, eight,
We'll be okay,
On the count of three,
Let's let go of you and me,
Here we are two cars in the night,
Just passing by,
Heard from a friend you've been getting drunk,
And starting fights,
When I think that all is lost,
I wonder if it's been worth the cost,
And when I wear your white t-shirt,
It still burns,
On the count of three,
Let's let go of you and me,
On the count of four,
I'll slide down the back of the door,
As you,
Walk away, walk away,
Six, seven, eight,
We'll be okay,
On the count of three,
Let's let go of you and me,
Everything we had was madness,
So I let it be,
What's the point of calling,
If you don't trust me,
On the count of three,
Let's let go of you and me,
On the count of four,
I'll slide down the back of the door,
As you,
Walk away, walk away,
Six, seven, eight,
We'll be okay,
On the count of three,
Let's let go of you and me,
On the count of three,
Let's let go of you and me,
On the count of four,
I'll slide down the back of the door,
As you,
Walk away, walk away,
Six, seven, eight,
We'll be okay,
On the count of three,
Let's let go of you and me,
Here we are just sticks and stones,
So cold.