Tell Me I’m Wrong The Greeting Committee

[Verse One]
Split lip
Tryna tell myself
I like the taste of it
Like, isn't this is what it is?
Staring up at the ceiling

[Pre-Chorus]
I don't want to hurt (But I've been thinking)
It could be worse (I lost the feeling)
I don't want to hurt (But I've been thinking)
It could be worse (I lost the feeling)

[Chorus]
You don't have to say it
I know what you're thinking
Tell me that I'm wrong
Tell me that I'm wrong
You don't have to say it
I know what you're thinking
Knew it all along
Knew it all along

[Verse Two]
Empty sentiment
To my resentment
Too big to dig us out of this again
No accolade
For the way
We stayed
Tied to each other
Tied to each other