terms
Your face lied and I believed it
You let me roll with what you think I know
Doesn't change the fact that you feel what you're feeling
Don't know if you'll say it though
Yes, I cut my existential dreads off
It's funny that you ask why
Didn't think you cared when you took off
I guess I haven't let you go yet
All that time spent dying to forget
Now I'm trying to remember
As if there's something that the
Lies couldn't get to, lying at the center
Been calling since the time of regret
Been sending messages
Leaving voicemails, damn near knocking the door down
Trying to come to
I guess you haven't let me go yet
You pulled me to the corners of your eyes
And I found your tears hiding
I chased you to the end of your fingertips
Trying to do the right thing
I twisted away using time as my excuse
I left the weight of untying on you
Sorry if I made you feel like you couldn't say the truth
Tell me how you feel now
I'm sorry that you picked up the phone
I'm sorry that I picked up the pain
And painted my way back into your picture
Trying to come to
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
You let me roll with what you think I know
Doesn't change the fact that you feel what you're feeling
Don't know if you'll say it though
Yes, I cut my existential dreads off
It's funny that you ask why
Didn't think you cared when you took off
I guess I haven't let you go yet
All that time spent dying to forget
Now I'm trying to remember
As if there's something that the
Lies couldn't get to, lying at the center
Been calling since the time of regret
Been sending messages
Leaving voicemails, damn near knocking the door down
Trying to come to
I guess you haven't let me go yet
You pulled me to the corners of your eyes
And I found your tears hiding
I chased you to the end of your fingertips
Trying to do the right thing
I twisted away using time as my excuse
I left the weight of untying on you
Sorry if I made you feel like you couldn't say the truth
Tell me how you feel now
I'm sorry that you picked up the phone
I'm sorry that I picked up the pain
And painted my way back into your picture
Trying to come to
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Credits
Writer(s): Nkrumah Kwame Kurankye
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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