Intimate, but without any closureYou made me feel like I was an imposter Couldn't reach my thoughts any longerSo you went for the touch, I guess it was easierI would wanna know what's inside your head You would only let me in when we were in your bedI don't think our love can carry us anymore Call it quits, make it past 1amAlways watch my words, wouldn't wanna trip on your egoWouldn't wanna hurt you more than you said I already didI missed us when the world was closed Living at your place, I had nowhere to goI would wanna know what's inside your head You would only let me in when we were in your bedI don't think our love can carry us anymore Call it quits, make it past 1amI'm gone*