She tries holding me back. I stop, think fast, and react.
She sucks me in with her words as I choke and slur.
She takes a moment as I begin to tell her:
Everything that you've said and written,
How I try and I try to forget them.
The stories were true all along.
And I'll make sure to pass them on.
But I'm quickly counting down the days.
Glancing at old photographs I try to erase.
Now you know that I'm the one who's getting away.
You've been knocking on my door with no answer,
But when I do, here's what I'll say:
Every time I sit and wonder,
Why oh why should we depend on each other?
Is it because there is no one else?
Then you said you want to take things slowly,
And you start to play those games with me.
It's impossible to look at you,
It brings back all these thoughts and moments.
But I'm quickly counting down the days.
Glancing at old photographs I try to erase.
Now you know that I'm the one who's getting away.
You've been knocking on my door with no answer,
But when I do here's what I'll say:
Too little too late now. I want to watch you break down.
You had the chance to be the one I need and I gave you away.
I'm quickly counting down the days.
Now you know that I'm the one who's getting away.
You've been knocking on my door with no answer,
But when I do here's what I'll say:
Too little too late now. I want to watch you break down.
You had the chance to be the one I need and I gave you away.