Things You Might Not Have Done
I don’t feel like talking
Something just doesn’t seem right
I’m not sleeping all night
The tea, isn’t as sweet, as it used to be
I don’t listen when you’re talking
Something just doesn’t feel right
And it’s all black and white
We, aren’t as sweet, as we used to be
The night follows me to bed
Where I know a stranger slept
Because I know they’ve been here
I don’t want to ruin it again
But I don’t want to play pretend
I can’t give you those things,
Don’t say you’re worried,
I hope you don’t mean it,
The night follows me to bed
Where I know a stranger slept
Because I know they’ve been here
I don’t want to ruin it again
But I don’t want to play pretend