"The Hill" lyrics

I know it would wreck me
If we ever parted
Sitting on a loveseat
Neither of us talking

These eggshells we walked on
Cut us like barbed wire
Pride has kept us holding on
We're both getting tired

Your side or mine
The real fine line we're painting
A mess we're making of love
Who really cares who's right or wrong?
If this is the hill we're dying on

Will you find some new friends
And a new apartment?
I don't think that I can
If I'm being honest

Your side or mine
The real fine line we're painting
A mess we're making of love
Who really cares who's right or wrong?
If this is the hill we're dying on

Some things are past saving
Some wars don't need waging
Listen, all I'm saying
Is my heart don't need breaking