[Intro: Watsky & Raquel Rodriguez]
Undermine, undermine, undermine
Undermine, undermine, undermine
Undermine, undermine, undermine
[Verse 1]
I don't know, I don't know
What to say, what to say
Either fuck you or I'm sorry
Guess it just depends on the day
Sorry for the damage I did
Fuck you for the years that we lost
Maybe there's no saving us left
But I still say I love you under my breath
[Chorus: Watsky & Raquel Rodriguez]
Undermine, undermine, undermine
Under my breath
Undermine, undermine
Under my breath
Undermine, undermine, undermine
Under my breath
Undermine, undermine
[Verse 2: Watsky]
All the walls, all the walls
Rip 'em down, rip 'em down
Every nail, every nail
Pull 'em out, pull 'em out with your teeth
I've been busy biting my tongue
Now I got the bloodiest grin
I hope you live a wonderful life
But you're finished living under my skin
[Chorus: Watsky & Raquel Rodriguez]
Undermine, undermine, undermine
Under my skin
Undermine, undermine
Under my skin
Undermine, undermine, undermine
Under my skin
Undermine, undermine
Under my skin
Under my skin
[Verse 3: Watsky]
It's a pity a part of me's so petty
My tendency is to pick at the old scabs
Maybe you could forever be unready
I'm not ready to say that there's no chance
Take whatever is heavy and hold steady
I'll be surfing the ebb and the flow
Working on letting it go
Looking for heaven above
Living in heaven below
Listen, I know that we're getting bigger
I figure the clock is ticking, but if I'm digging and digging
And hitting nothing but rock I'll be stopping until I'm useful
I know that soon it'll become a possibility
We're not gonna be meeting till we're at another funeral
Had an epiphany, I know you're not my enemy
And if I'm thinking different the distance'll be the death of me
Destiny hasn't ever been part of my life philosophy
But I believe in opening every window you find
If your window's missing, you draw a frame on the side of the wall
With a silver Sharpie and then you open it wide
If it doesn't open, at least you know that you tried
And what can you do but try?
Maybe you and I were never meant to be tight
But say that we were to live for a ten-century life
You could always change your mind
Right up to 999
[Outro: Watsky]
Undermine, undermine, undermine
Undermine, undermine
Undermine, undermine, undermine
Undermine, undermine
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