The Holdup

Coming to meet you, give me the pretense
Don't have to reach you, don't need no reasons
Dreaming I've found you, waking alone now
Waiting to see you, waiting to hear you... well turn it up now

Gonna catch me off, still awake must be sober
Getting stale again stuck in place take me somewhere

Are we ever done making up, dragging forward (Are we anchored in bed)
Getting late again, call me when this is over
But whatchu thinking 'bout

Such a waste when I'm talking, when it's all on my own sleeve
Get away from the camouflage, feel no way bout the old me (Ooh)
After all we're playing fair now
In a way that's what you had taught, was just delayed by my own speed
But we're finally getting real now

Gonna catch me off, lie awake,
getting older (Knowing you could be 1000 miles from Here)
Getting stale again stuck in place going nowhere
So whatchu thinking now

All in when you talk about it,
"it's all up to me" (to direct the feature)
Listen to your head,
listen to your body (Ooh)... so why you stressing out

Fall back when it comes to it...
could be my worst mistake (not adept at failing)
Listen to your head, listen to your body... so whatchu thinking now

Listen to your head, listen to your body... so whatchu thinking 'bout
Hold up, when you think about it...
I could just run in place talking all This
Listen to your head, listen to your body... so whatchu thinking now

Maybe it's best to forget about it, cause it's all up my own sleeve
Get away from the camouflage, feel no way that it's on me (Ooh)
World's hardly playing fair now

Be dismayed by your compromises, as I get played by my own fears
Guess we're finally getting real now

Gonna catch me off, still awake, must be sober
Getting stale again call me when this is over



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Writer(s): Mckinnon Main
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