Dying In The Subtlety

I can see your breath in the window Written I'm sorry You're fogging up friendship I don't want to say it back Do I need this stress or a symbol? I don't know probably The fate of my conscience Never thought much of that Could be easier to drive you mad Like I'm Jason Statham Do I know how to keep it all intact? No I think I'm dying in the subtlety Lying 'bout the worst of me I just wanna stay on track Crying like it hurts to be What we wanted initially Why don't you just cut some slack? Like peaches, apple pie, or strawberry cream It's like you haven't tasted pain and suffering To drive it home in words easily explained Love is just a passion with a four-letter name It could be easier to make you mad Just need a little more pressure The indecision couldn't make you crack Like it was now or never Would you pretend to see the pain I lack? Just for the simple pleasure Could make a movie out of the laughs we had I think I'm dying in the subtlety Lying 'bout the worst of me I just wanna stay on track (I just wanna stay on track) Crying like it hurts to be what we wanted initially Why don't you just cut some slack?