Confessions

You are the one that I thought would be
The final stop for me
But we couldn't keep track of our love
It just slipped away from us
For many reasons but
Not one of them seems good enough

And I do, think about you too
No denying I've got the blues over you
So now you call, with all that small talk
But really you got all these confessions to make

She might've got two hands
But her touch don't feel the same
She might've got two eyes
But she don't look at you this way
She might've got two lips
But I know you miss my taste
I know you feel the same
Why did we walk away

All that you think about
All that you want in life
Yeah you said it would always be me
So now if you got to choose
If you had not to lose
Would you turn back and never leave

And I do, think about you too
No denying I've got the blues over you
So now you call, with all that small talk
But really you got all these confessions to make

She might've got two hands
But her touch don't feel the same
She might've got two eyes
But she don't look at you this way
She might've got two lips
But I know you miss my taste
I know you feel the same
Why did we walk away

We've got confessions to make
We've got confessions to make
We've got confessions to make
We've got confessions to make

She might've got two hands
She might've got two eyes
She might've got two lips
I know you feel the same
Why did we walk away

And I know, you've been crying on your own
Got my pictures on your phone
So you don't feel so alone
Don't care bout' who's to blame
I just know I miss your taste
I know you feel the same
Why did we walk away

We've got confessions to make
We've got confessions to make
We've got confessions to make
We've got confessions to make



Credits
Writer(s): Wiktoria Vendela Johansson, Robin Carlsson, Marcus Holmberg
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