I Think It's Time
What are you saying
Why should I have to compete
Is your love some kind of monumental feat
Where did the time go
Babe, the honeymoon won't last
You tried to lock the door but my feet are rather fast
Well I'm afraid
I saw that trick you got up your sleeve
No more games, I'm not a fool that's yours to keep
Don't talk to me
Don't try to make it better now
You burned the bridge
Be sure to blow the matches out
I think it's time
I think it's time
I think it's time for me to love myself again
I used to dream of all those pretty words you said
Then all those dreams turned into nightmares instead
Well Elm Street doesn't scare me anymore
Don't try to pull me through that door
This game of "He said, She said," is getting old
Just like an old pair of shoes, I don't need you anymore
I got tired of always tripping over my laces
And never going places
Well I'm afraid
I saw that trick you got up your sleeve
No more games, I'm not a fool that's yours to keep
Don't talk to me
Don't try to make it better now
You burned the bridge
Be sure to blow the matches out
I think it's time
I think it's time
I think it's time for me to love myself again
Where did the flowers go
Wilting in my hand as they reach their final bliss
I hear the madrigals
Singing out my name, longing for a kiss
The viper bares its fangs
Hoping for my fall, it's counting out my days
But I'm not afraid
Don't talk to me
Don't try to make it better now
You burned the bridge
Be sure to blow the matches out
I think it's time
I think it's time
I think it's time for me to love myself again
Why should I have to compete
Is your love some kind of monumental feat
Where did the time go
Babe, the honeymoon won't last
You tried to lock the door but my feet are rather fast
Well I'm afraid
I saw that trick you got up your sleeve
No more games, I'm not a fool that's yours to keep
Don't talk to me
Don't try to make it better now
You burned the bridge
Be sure to blow the matches out
I think it's time
I think it's time
I think it's time for me to love myself again
I used to dream of all those pretty words you said
Then all those dreams turned into nightmares instead
Well Elm Street doesn't scare me anymore
Don't try to pull me through that door
This game of "He said, She said," is getting old
Just like an old pair of shoes, I don't need you anymore
I got tired of always tripping over my laces
And never going places
Well I'm afraid
I saw that trick you got up your sleeve
No more games, I'm not a fool that's yours to keep
Don't talk to me
Don't try to make it better now
You burned the bridge
Be sure to blow the matches out
I think it's time
I think it's time
I think it's time for me to love myself again
Where did the flowers go
Wilting in my hand as they reach their final bliss
I hear the madrigals
Singing out my name, longing for a kiss
The viper bares its fangs
Hoping for my fall, it's counting out my days
But I'm not afraid
Don't talk to me
Don't try to make it better now
You burned the bridge
Be sure to blow the matches out
I think it's time
I think it's time
I think it's time for me to love myself again
Credits
Writer(s): Diego Rivera
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