So Much to Love
Isn't it funny how everything ends so easily?
Rose coloured pen wrote tracks and tracks on you and me
Wasn't it sweet, all the sweet nothings you whispered to me?
Did they mean anything? Sharp words cut me into my feelings
An unfinished start, I feel like a memory no-one wants to keep
The love that you pretend to give only runs skin-deep
Fragile like a house of cards, I guess we were never meant to be
If I had to burn on embers just to salvage us from the debris
I don't know where the road goes
I don't know where it ends
I, I don't know when I need to stop
I just wanna stop playing pretend
Wrote my life down on pitch black Keynote slides
Read my heart out loud, takes just a couple files
Stumblin' through the haunted graveyard of my happy days
Jar of my memories hurled to the bottom of the staircase
Hear the bells ring, hear the monsters scream at midnight
Step out of a dream, step into an illusion, love-blind
Douse me in fire, I'm a liar, all of this is fiction
Flawed design, train's off the line, holy damn affliction
So I turn to my book, the only thing I have, hope you can take it now
Three floors up, to the sky, this song I wrote my life about
I don't know where the road goes
I don't know where it ends
I, I don't know when I need to stop
I just want us to stop playing pretend
I gave you so much, so much to love
You gave me just, just enough
To keep me hanging by a thin little thread
Fell through the cracks, but don't you take me for dead
I gave you so much, so much to love
You gave me just, just enough
To keep me hanging by a thin little thread
Fell through the cracks, but don't you take me for dead
I gave you so much, so much to love
You gave me just, just enough
So I turn to my book, the only thing I have, hope you can take it now
This song I wrote my life about
Rose coloured pen wrote tracks and tracks on you and me
Wasn't it sweet, all the sweet nothings you whispered to me?
Did they mean anything? Sharp words cut me into my feelings
An unfinished start, I feel like a memory no-one wants to keep
The love that you pretend to give only runs skin-deep
Fragile like a house of cards, I guess we were never meant to be
If I had to burn on embers just to salvage us from the debris
I don't know where the road goes
I don't know where it ends
I, I don't know when I need to stop
I just wanna stop playing pretend
Wrote my life down on pitch black Keynote slides
Read my heart out loud, takes just a couple files
Stumblin' through the haunted graveyard of my happy days
Jar of my memories hurled to the bottom of the staircase
Hear the bells ring, hear the monsters scream at midnight
Step out of a dream, step into an illusion, love-blind
Douse me in fire, I'm a liar, all of this is fiction
Flawed design, train's off the line, holy damn affliction
So I turn to my book, the only thing I have, hope you can take it now
Three floors up, to the sky, this song I wrote my life about
I don't know where the road goes
I don't know where it ends
I, I don't know when I need to stop
I just want us to stop playing pretend
I gave you so much, so much to love
You gave me just, just enough
To keep me hanging by a thin little thread
Fell through the cracks, but don't you take me for dead
I gave you so much, so much to love
You gave me just, just enough
To keep me hanging by a thin little thread
Fell through the cracks, but don't you take me for dead
I gave you so much, so much to love
You gave me just, just enough
So I turn to my book, the only thing I have, hope you can take it now
This song I wrote my life about
Credits
Writer(s): Jainil Devani
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