Polite Hell

Verse 1

Coffee cup is cold, but I’m still sitting here

Listening to the drama that I don’t want to hear

You’re complaining 'bout someone that you did the same thing to

It’s a funny kind of mirror, looking right back at you

Your smile doesn't reach your eyes, it’s just a polished mask

But I don't know how to leave, so I don't know how to ask.

Pre-Chorus

We’ve got too many memories to just delete the files

But I’m drowning in the shallow end of your fake smiles

I’m packing up my truth, putting it back on the shelf

And I’m starting to look just like a puppet of yourself.

Chorus

Oh, I’m scared of the ghost stories you’ll tell

When I finally break out of this polite hell

It’s a toxic hold, it’s a golden cage

I’m reading lines from an old, burnt page

I know I should leave, I know I should walk

But I’m paralyzed by the fear of the talk

Yeah, I’m stuck in the shallow end

With a hand that’s fake, pretending to be a friend.

Verse 2

You said "I’m only honest with the people that I trust"

Then gossiped 'bout my secrets, turning loyalty to rust

I saw the text you sent, the one you didn't mean for me

Now I’m awkward and I’m silent, wishing I could be set free

But we walk into the party, and I play the role again

'Cause it’s easier to fake it than to try to start again.

Chorus

Oh, I’m scared of the ghost stories you’ll tell

When I finally break out of this polite hell

It’s a toxic hold, it’s a golden cage

I’m reading lines from an old, burnt page

I know I should leave, I know I should walk

But I’m paralyzed by the fear of the talk

Yeah, I’m stuck in the shallow end

With a hand that’s fake, pretending to be a friend.

Bridge

Maybe I’m the problem for letting this go on

Trying to find the sunlight in a room where it is gone

My heart is getting heavier, my energy is drained

I’m waiting for the moment that I finally break the chain

But I look at you, and I look at me

And I’m still too terrified of who I’m gonna be...

Without you.

Chorus - Softly, then building

Oh, I’m scared of the ghost stories you’ll tell

When I finally break out of this polite hell

It’s a toxic hold, it’s a golden cage

I’m reading lines from an old, burnt page

I know I should leave, I know I should walk

But I’m paralyzed by the fear of the talk

Yeah, I’m stuck in the shallow end

With a hand that’s fake, pretending to be a friend.

Outro

Pretending to be a friend...

(I’ll leave tomorrow)

I always say that.

(I’ll leave tomorrow)

Just one more time.