You’d love my brothers - they’d find you funny too

I owe you nothing, how could I take care of you?

I still have my Christmases and sunny afternoons

But how could I never see that you’d be gone so soon?

 

The sweater doesn’t fit me still

I’m conflicted with some old truths and some bad news

I’m thinking it’s time

You’re better never with me 

We’ll find the victim of the words that we’ll never spill

I’m thinking it’s time

 

I don’t hurt pretty, I hurt slow

Well what’s the matter with both? 

I’d hate to admit that I think we’re better on our own

I could tell the truth if I wanted

But misery loves company, honey

Keep tonight if only to flaunt it

I’d like to think that you’d make the same mistake someday

 

The sweater doesn’t fit me still

I’m conflicted with some old truths and some bad news

I’m thinking it’s time

You’re better never with me 

We’ll find the victim of the words that we’ll never spill

I’m thinking it’s time to swallow the pill

Credits:

Written, performed, produced by Mar Emanuel and Aaron Marcus

Guitars by Brad Hall

Bass by Alvin Brendan

​Mixed by Matt Di Pomponio

Mastered by Elisa Pangsaeng