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