terms

Your face lied and I believed it

You let me roll with what you think I know

Doesn't change the fact that you feel what you're feeling

Don't know if you'll say it though

Yes I cut my existential dreads off

It's funny that you ask why

Didn't think you cared when you took off

I guess I haven't let you go yet

All that time spent dying to forget, now I'm trying to remember

As if there's something that the lies couldn't get to, lying at the center

Been calling since the time of regret

Been sending messages, leaving voicemails

Damn near knocking the door down

Tryna come to

I guess you haven't let me go yet

You pulled me to the corners of your eyes and I found your tears hiding

I chased you to the ends of your fingertips, trying to do the right thing

I twisted away using time as my excuse

I left the weight of untying on you

I'm sorry if I made you feel like you couldn't say the truth

Tell me how you feel now

I'm sorry that you picked up the phone

I'm sorry that I picked up the pain

And painted my way back into your picture

Tryna come to