Walking on a String - Matt Berninger, Phoebe Bridgers

The things you said are hanging in the middle of my mind tonight

I can’t turn 'em off

I try to worry for your soul but I forget to

All the time

I’m in a twisted web and I can’t pull my

Head from it

I think about you walking on a string

It always bring me back here

Into the garden by the hand

You’ve always had me

Walking on a string

I knew that I was dead before you touched my lonesome skin

You’re never running out of ways to worm your way back in

I hang my head and feel the oxygen drain

I think about you walking on a string and it always brings me back here

Into the garden by the hand

Anyone who knows what love is will understand

You’ve always had me

Walking on a string

In a web, I can’t escape it

You’ll always worm your way back in

To my lonesome soul and take it

You’ve always had me walking on a string

In a web, I can’t escape it

You’ll always worm your way back in

To my lonesome soul and take it

You’ve always had me walking on a string