Death Grip

I'm sorry for the things I've said With a death grip But this time I really mean it When things get bad, will you play dead? For a minute I thought you really meant it And we still act like strangers afterwhile And I know that my efforts are futile And you've been smoking Camel's since I was nine And why do we act like strangers afterwhile? No one sleeps on the couch anymore Do you still keep your keys at the top of the door? I hate it 'Cause I still can't fucking reach them And we still act like strangers afterwhile And I know that my efforts are futile And you've been smoking Camel's since I was nine Then why do we act like strangers afterwhile? If I fell Right in front of you Would you say I'm in front of you So I folded Folded hard Why go and fight it? Why go and fight? When we still act like strangers afterwhile And I know that my efforts are futile And you've been smoking Camel's since I was nine And why do we act like strangers afterwhile?