What do you mean I am not done?
Look at your *.
It is not done.
Literally.
Okay, listen.
Listen.
Oh my.
Listen to me.
Listen to me.
Okay.
You are leaving both of us.
Look at your *.
It's not even done.
It is done.
Stop talking about my *.
Your * is not done.
What are you talking about?
We keep fussing, we keep fighting.
There's no end that's inside.
Played me hard but play the martyr.
Is the play worth the fight?
Then it feels just like forever,
thought we'd never let it slide.
And then the jig is up,
we hear it clear enough,
we can't push past our pride.
Can't stop the rain that falls out our side.
Seen past the pain,
thoughts in your eyes.
Picking up the pieces,
so much worse,
just wanna turn back the time.
Hope you don't regret it,
stormed you when I,
if you let your love just pass you by.
It keeps happening,
we just can't seem to match up our tides.
Tell me I'm fixated,
so frustrated,
see our hands up off time.
In the rising,
fall,
you've been there through it all.
We gotta push past our pride.
Can't stop the rain that falls out our side.
Seen past the pain,
thoughts in your eyes.
Picking up the pieces,
so much worse,
just wanna turn back the time.
Hope you don't regret it,
stormed you when I,
if you let your love just pass you by.
Stick
with me and we will see it through.
You know that baby,
all that I can see right now is you.