More songs by Skye Newman
Description
When fatigue becomes the soundtrack to a relationship, even calls seem like a ritual out of politeness. Everything is on the edge here - from tenderness to irritation in an instant. Cigaret smoke, evening silence, and the endless "we'll figure it out later." But then a long time passed, and the feelings are like light underwater: you can see them, but you can't reach them. The irony is that he's a sweetheart with strangers, but a completely different person around me. It seems like love, but it's more like emotional CrossFit: arguing for the sake of a pulse, fighting for the feeling of being alive. When all that's left of "we" is an echo, and all that's left of caring is the habit of apologizing for others' sins.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Stoned, it used to make it better now it don't
Callin' but you won't pick up the phone
I'm tired of tryna fix it all alone
Low, I can barely see it through the smoke
Kick me out the car without a coat
Maybe I should do this on my own
Here we are again
Drownin' in the deep end
I thought we made amends
I always say sorry for your sins
Fuck you and your friends
With me, you're a different man
They will never understand
I always say sorry for your sin
I don't understand why you can't understand
Why your actions send me racin' 'round the bend
Maybe your intention isn't to condescend me
But you offend me
It only took us four weeks and we're arguin'
Think we got addicted to the adrenaline
You wanted a woman, but I wasn't feminine enough
Am I too tough?
Here we are again
Drownin' in the deep end
I thought we made amend
I always say sorry for your sins
Fuck you and your friends
With me, you're a different man
They will never understand
I always say sorry for your sins
(Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh)
Used to make it better, now it, make it better, now it don't
(Oh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, ooh)
Here we are again, fuck you and your friends
I always say sorry for your sins