You were holding on so tightEveryone can seeYour blood pressure risingAnd your refusal to stop and breatheLittle tiny helperA giver of everythingBut if you don't leave any room for yourselfYou will never be freeI'm wasting my breathTrying to get you to seeYou can'tYou can't fix anyone else, babeBeing a friend meansKnowing when it's timeTime to leaveYou were like the Capitol BeltwayYou are a traffic jamMinuscule movements forwardInto a false promised landOverworked, overwhelmedOvertired, overdoneYou finally give up to findThat the hardest thing you ever had to doWas to let yourself feel aliveAnd let go of the pressureI'm wasting my breathTrying to get you to seeYou can't fix anyone else, babeBeing your friend meansI gotta know when it's time to leaveTime to leaveTime to leaveTime to leaveTime to leaveTime to leaveTime to leaveTime to leaveTime to leaveTime to leave