Hold Fire

Forgive me, I wrongly assumed

That when I found you in the back of a room

You'd wanna talk about it

But no one wants to talk about it

Did I fuck this, break the boundary again?

Really the only one who thinks it's pretend

I wanna talk about it

But no one wants to talk about it

Lines in the sand, don't understand

What if we remove the masks

Say these moments were our last

Surely then to what you asked

You would wanna hear it

Feeling better after talk

Can't help think we missed the mark

Try again when it gets dark

Hold fire

Hold

Hold fire

Hold

Not that you asked, I have this quirk

I find it tricky as a Pick-Me to just leave all my work

And be appropriate

Then you won't wanna talk about it

And I don't know if that could ever be me

And people chit chat, why that potentially might be

That's inappropriate (hey)

And I don't wanna talk about it

Lines in the sand, don't understand

What if we remove the masks

Say these moments were our last

Surely then to what you asked

You would wanna hear it

Feeling better after talk

Can't help think we missed the mark

Try again when it gets dark

Hold fire

Hold

Hold fire

Hold

Hold fire (can I convert you to an open kind of conversation?)

Hold fire (no, I can't promise you we'll practice it in moderation)

Hold fire (can I convert you to an open kind of conversation?)

Hold fire (no, I can't promise you we'll practice it in moderation)

Hold (okay)