Babe I don’t know what went wrong I’m sure I’m over my head Can you please give me a call? When we’re tired With nothing else to say Too foolish to walk away
Trust me I’ve been holding onto the same thing How can I let it go? Can’t deny that I’m somewhat of a stranger
What is it, if I may ask you? One more last time ‘Cause I might fear it’s too late Be kind be well is fine I might just take my time To gather what I need to say
Days are running on Like our bodies running on the pavement Words written wrong and written well Can’t make out what has come from this consequence