What's the point of fighting you When neither one of us has the resolve to follow There's no satisfying you It's just another bitter pill For me to swallow One day, too late Always treading water Can't make, mistakes If you never bother Break loose, move on Why waste any effort So fold that dear john letter up and just return to sender Been keeping to myself for now I guess I should've learned to do that in the first place I'll learn if you can show me how I always feel a better part of me is lost in space I'll take My leave And cut my losses I wish that I could feel like you Just hold it in like you BUT I'M EXHAUSTED