theatre

I've been home for a week now
I'm starting to sleep now
'Bout time I came clean now

You weren't my only way to breathe
You weren't my only anything
I just thought you were more

So how does it feel?
I gave you home and a meal
I'd hate to know if you're out there hearing me
So now here's the deal
I'm sick of giving the wheel up
To someone who ain't even hearing me

I just wanted you to feel something new
Now I'm hoping I'm getting past you
I said a few things I didn't mean to mean
To you from me

I never felt so sober
Hope you're over it
'Cause there's no place in my head
I'm sick of talking to dead friends
You're not coming back

And I don't want you to neither
I'm not one for the theatre
Or the rainy days you love anyway

You don't love me anyway

I'll be waiting for apathy to come find me
Finally- spend some time with me
And I don't want nothing from her
Fuck closure- you fucked me over- hold him closer

Does he make you feel needed?
I'm speechless
I should've looked over my shoulder and seen it
I was only part of the reason you're leaving
I'm keeping you captive

Everything that's happened
I was only practice
I could never settle the score
I just wanted you to feel something new
Now I'm hoping I'm getting past you
I said a few things I didn't mean to mean
To you from me

I never felt so sober
Hope you're over it
'Cause there's no place in my head
I'm sick of talking to dead friends
You're not coming back

And I don't want you to neither
I'm not one for the theatre
Or the rainy days you love anyway

You don't love me anyway
I'm not one for the theatre



Credits
Writer(s): Arun Bose
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