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)