Loud

Matt:
You win
I quit
I'm certain you let my hands
Wander your hips
Just to leave me
Desperate now

Ingrid:
I remember your thread-thin arms
I remember your hands
And how easily
It seemed to me
That they could rip me open

Both:
Baby, I'm falling away
Baby, I'm falling away

Ingrid:
Wasted my Septembers
With you stuck up in my head
Raced the days closed
In the hopes that the mornings would swell again

Matt:
Don't offer me rewards
That's a weight I don't need
I've seen stronger men draped over your shoulder
So filled with praises
and too drunk to leave

Ingrid:
Baby, I'm falling away
Baby, I'm falling away

Both:
You were always good at putting words together
About how you always liked me better
When I never came around
You were always good at putting words together
And wearing them so loud
And wearing them so loud
(repeat)