Come on skinny love just last the year,
Pour a little salt we were never here,
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my...
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer.
Tell my love to wreck it all,
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall,
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my...
Right in the moment this order's tall.
You had lived Stiles all you could.
You always went above and beyond for him.
Whenever he needed you, you were always there for him.
Yet, he was never there for you.
He was always helping Lydia or out doing something with Lydia.
You tried to understand and never even questioned him about it.
But on your one year anniversary, Mr. Stilinski answered the door.
He shook his head at you and you left.
You were done.
And I told you to be patient,
And I told you to be fine,
And I told you to be balanced,
And I told you to be kind,
And in the morning I'll be with you,
But it will be a different kind,
'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets,
And you'll be owning all the fines.
Stiles tried his best to reach you, but received no response.
You refused to speak to him.
In school, Lydia cornered you.
She questioned you about your strange behavior.
"I'm just done being the only one invested in a doomed relationship," you sighed.
Lydia repeated your words to Stiles, whose heart was crushed.
He knew he had pushed you too far.
You were gone.
Come on skinny love, what happened here?
Suckle on the hope in light brassieres,
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my...
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split.
And I told you to be patient,
And I told you to be fine,
And I told you to be balanced,
And I told you to be kind,
And now all your love is wasted,
Then who the hell was I?
'Cause now I'm breaking at the britches,
And at the end of all your lines.
Stiles had realized how he had treated you too late.
You were no longer his.
He missed you so much and blamed himself.
He was a mess.
A broken mess.
His father tried his best to help him, but he felt worse for you.
Because of Stiles, you felt you weren’t worth anyone's time.
You and Stiles both felt broken.
Stiles only had himself to blame.
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
And who will fall far behind?
Come on skinny love,
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my...
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my.
