The Problem

I feel sick to my stomach
And honestly, I feel like something is wrong with me
Oh, it felt like a fever
Your hands in my hair while I try not to fall asleep
It was different, you were honest
Still I didn't wanna stay
And it scares me that I thought it
When you looked at me that way
Now you're pullin' me closer
And I let you stay over

What if there's nothing wrong, could I let go?
Let you see all of me, let you get close?
Lost the voice in my head, feel the echo (echo, echo, echo)
That's what scares me the most
What if after it all, I'm the problem?
Put your guard down and watch as I cause 'em
What if I was enough for you almost?
That's what scares me the most

It's a desperate feeling
This pressure of taking you down off the pedestal
If you're perfect and lovely
Then how could I live with myself if you let me go?
It was different, you were honest
How you let me in your head
And it scares me that I thought it
While we're laying in my bed

What if there's nothing wrong, could I let go?
Let you see all of me, let you get close?
Lost the voice in my head, feel the echo
That's what scares me the most
What if after it all, I'm the problem?
Put your guard down and watch as I cause 'em
What if I was enough for you almost?
That's what scares me the most

That's what scares me the most
The most
That's what scares me the most
The most
That's what scares me the most

(I feel sick to my stomach)
(And honestly, I feel like something is wrong with me)
The most
(Oh, it felt like a fever, your hands in my hair)
That's what scares me the most



Credits
Writer(s): Austin Alexander Bianco, Khya Carson
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