This Can't Be Love
Pull skin tight around tired bones
Find your way to face this all alone
You were the breeze on sweaty skin
My little nails digging in
The words pressed hard upon my lips
Find their way into my fingertips
You're the stubborn lump in my throat
A feeling that just won't go
But you get me worked up so easy
(This can't be love)
This can't be love, it makes no sense
(This can't be love, can't be love)
I still taste you on the tip of my tongue
(I can't remember how it felt)
Is this how we felt when we were young?
My chest feels tight from all the weight
We rushed the feelings, it came too late
Untie these binds around my wrists
I've grown to hate the lips I love to kiss
Our feet went cold and then turned to go
And the itching mind continued to grow
Our minds were cloudy with hopes of love
But by now our hearts have had enough
But you get me worked up so easy
(This can't be love)
This can't be love, it makes no sense
(This can't be love, can't be love)
I still taste you on the tip of my tongue
(I can't remember how it felt)
Is this how we felt when we were young?
But you get me worked up so easy
(This can't be love)
This can't be love, it makes no sense
(This can't be love, can't be love)
I still taste you on the tip of my tongue
(I can't remember how it felt)
Is this how we felt when we were young?
Find your way to face this all alone
You were the breeze on sweaty skin
My little nails digging in
The words pressed hard upon my lips
Find their way into my fingertips
You're the stubborn lump in my throat
A feeling that just won't go
But you get me worked up so easy
(This can't be love)
This can't be love, it makes no sense
(This can't be love, can't be love)
I still taste you on the tip of my tongue
(I can't remember how it felt)
Is this how we felt when we were young?
My chest feels tight from all the weight
We rushed the feelings, it came too late
Untie these binds around my wrists
I've grown to hate the lips I love to kiss
Our feet went cold and then turned to go
And the itching mind continued to grow
Our minds were cloudy with hopes of love
But by now our hearts have had enough
But you get me worked up so easy
(This can't be love)
This can't be love, it makes no sense
(This can't be love, can't be love)
I still taste you on the tip of my tongue
(I can't remember how it felt)
Is this how we felt when we were young?
But you get me worked up so easy
(This can't be love)
This can't be love, it makes no sense
(This can't be love, can't be love)
I still taste you on the tip of my tongue
(I can't remember how it felt)
Is this how we felt when we were young?
Credits
Writer(s): Alexandra Bianca Clark, Kathryn Anne Upton, Mary-claire O'regan, Nicola Elizabeth Day
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