Chiara Savasta - SummerHood, Pt. 1

Imposter

Intimate but without any closure
You made me feel like I was an imposter
Couldn't reach my thoughts any longer
So you went for the touch I guess it was easier

I would wanna know what's inside your head
You would only let me in when we were in your bed
I don't think our love could carry us anymore
Call it quits, make it past one a.m

Always watch my words
Wouldn't wanna trip on your ego
Wouldn't wanna hurt
You more than you said I already did
I missed us when the world was close
Living at your place I had nowhere to go

I would wanna know what's inside your head
You would only let me in when we were in your bed
I don't think our love could carry us anymore
Call it quits, make it past one a.m

Don't, don't go, baby
Don't, my friend, my-
Don't, don't go, baby
Don't go, baby

Don't, don't go, baby
Don't go, my friend, my-
Don't, don't go, baby
Don't go, my friend, my-

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Writer(s): Savasta Chiara
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