Holding Hands - Acoustic
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 bendin' the truth and callin' it honest
I'm too good at playin' the part
Selling 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 somethin' I'm workin' through
I've been bendin' the truth and callin' it honest
I'm too good at playin' the part
Selling 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 need, and
I know I've been caught up in my head, and
You've been patient, gave me space that I needed, mm
So I could stop bendin' the truth and start bein' 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 we are
Stop holdin' hands in the dark
Mm-mm
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 bendin' the truth and callin' it honest
I'm too good at playin' the part
Selling 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 somethin' I'm workin' through
I've been bendin' the truth and callin' it honest
I'm too good at playin' the part
Selling 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 need, and
I know I've been caught up in my head, and
You've been patient, gave me space that I needed, mm
So I could stop bendin' the truth and start bein' 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 we are
Stop holdin' hands in the dark
Mm-mm
Credits
Writer(s): Marielle Kraft, Whitney Fenimore
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