Holding Hands

August walkin home at midnight
I saw them dancin under streetlights I wonder what does that feel like
It took me back to your apartment
Brooklyn summer that we started No one knew
But I found my heart back then

I've been bending the truth And callin it honest
I'm too good at playin the part sellin these lies
But I hate that they bought em
Can we just be who we are
Instead of holdin hands in the dark

Why I am still nervous to kiss you
At airports It's what people do
And I hate that it's something I'm working through

I've been bending the truth And callin it honest
I'm too good at playin the part sellin these lies
But I hate that they bought em can we just be who we are
Instead of holdin hands in the dark

I know I've been caught up in my head And you've been patient
Gave me space that I needed

So I could stop bending the truth
And start being honest
I'm tired of playin the part
I was too scared to admit what I wanted I'm ready to be who we are
I'm ready to be who are
And stop holdin hands in the dark



Credits
Writer(s): Whitney Fenimore
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