Both of us know it's in the back of your head
It's a matter of time
for things to be sad
The lump in my throat,
the pit in my chest
It's a game that we've played
and it's come to an end
Not a word left to say,
why won't you stay the night?
And I can't explain why I can't make
it right And you know me well enough
But I can't say enough
To make you stay
Both of us know it's in the back of your head
It's a matter of time
for things to be sad
We've grown old,
we're no kids anymore
The only thing within is grow
colder and colder
Not a word left to say, I couldn't make it right
I lit a
match and it didn't ignite
Told me not to ask questions
I should've left them
in the back of your head
