i can feel the pins in the lining of the bed we made you ve stuck like a splinter in my finger you know how much damage there is to be done and so i have to take a hot needle to get in there cause you prick and chip away just for fun sometimes i think we re like the tortoise and the hare and i just followed the trail you tread like a thread and we wove in and we wove out of each other so close i couldn t see the patterns but i can feel the pins in the lining of the bed we made i know there s still an ache in the stitches that were sewn it came on like a white hot shock and i know it s the end i don t wanna play your pretend pretend pretend i ll fall to my knees and i ll purge you out and when you re gone i hope i ll feel like we never met thank god i didn t have to dig too deep cause you never had my heart in the end but i can feel the pins in the lining of the bed we made i know there s still an ache in the stitches that were sewn it came on like a white hot shock and i know it s the end i don t wanna play your pretend pretend pretend i don t wanna play your pretend pretend pretend i know what it feels like to be hurt i know what it feels like to find cracks in the surface i know what it feels like to be dragged through the dirt i know what that feels like and i can feel the pins in the lining of the bed we made i know there s still an ache in the stitches that were sewn it came on like a white hot shock and i know it s the end i don t wanna play your pretend pretend pretend pins in the lining of the bed we made i know there s still an ache in the stitches that were sewn white hot shock and i know it s the end