Stop Pretending you Like Salad

On my sheets where you lay
See the lies in your face
Like a stain, like a stain
When my hands start to shake
I'll just cover my face
And I'll pray, and I'll break

Ask myself I ask it all the time
Do I even care about the things I don't mind

Turn my back and stab it
Swear to God I've had it
No more second chances
Well that's just my bad habit
Turn my back, turn my back and stab it
No more second chances
Well that's just my bad habit
So

Stop pretending that's you
Stop pretending that you're new
Knew you liked it
Whenever he talked to you
Stop pretending you're me
Stop pretending you're not weak
Knew you liked it
Whenever he talked to you

Oh, I ask myself. I'll ask it all the time
Do I even care about the things I don't mind
If I ever had the chance to tell you
I don't think I would or even try to