Broken Bottle
Feel
Full of thrill
I've been so jaded, my will is ill
Read between the lines, I know it's all so highly likely
Stringing me along, I don't take that shit lightly
You told me "give it a rest" and I'll rest easy, baby
Promise I'm no broken bottle, baby (broken bottle, baby)
Promise if you pick me up the pieces won't bleed you, baby (ah)
I'm not asking you to over-extend
But just come over again, put simple things on the mend
I'm roller-coasting through simple notions, cracked open
Can I be your elation? (Can I be yours?)
I know that faking it is half the battle
It's the believing that takes ti-i-ime
I just don't know what to say when people ask me
My self-esteem ain't worth a di-i-ime
Give me a minute to collect my thoughts
And tell me sweet nothings till I fall
I was lying when I said "I'm okay"
I just can't get out my own damn way, yeah
When you were made, nobody could tell you a thing
Now years come to fade
And you've still got me on your string
Here's hoping it all comes full circle
And I come to practice what I preach (what I preach)
No more peeking through blinds watching birds go
Passing all the things out of my reach (ooh, ooh)
I know that faking it is half the battle
It's the believing that takes ti-i-ime
I just don't know what to say when people ask me
My self-esteem ain't worth a di-i-ime
Give me a minute to collect my thoughts
And tell me sweet nothings till I fall
I was lying when I said "I'm okay"
I just can't get out my own damn way, yeah
Time and time again
I can't take it, I can't stand
I can't fake it, dealing my hand
Out of my wits, when shit goes unplanned
Baby don't tempt me or misunderstand
No cuts on my hand, no cuts on my hand
Baby don't tempt me or misunderstand
No cuts on my hand, no cuts on my hand
No cuts on my hand (I know that faking it is half the battle)
Baby don't tempt me or misunderstand
No cuts on my hand, no cuts on my hand
Baby don't tempt me or misunderstand
No cuts on my hand, no cuts on my hand
Baby don't tempt me or misunderstand
No cuts on my hand, no cuts on my hand
No cuts on my hand
(My self-esteem ain't worth a di-i-ime)
Give me a minute to collect my thoughts
And tell me sweet nothings till I fall
I was lying when I said "I'm okay"
I just can't get out my own damn way, yeah
Full of thrill
I've been so jaded, my will is ill
Read between the lines, I know it's all so highly likely
Stringing me along, I don't take that shit lightly
You told me "give it a rest" and I'll rest easy, baby
Promise I'm no broken bottle, baby (broken bottle, baby)
Promise if you pick me up the pieces won't bleed you, baby (ah)
I'm not asking you to over-extend
But just come over again, put simple things on the mend
I'm roller-coasting through simple notions, cracked open
Can I be your elation? (Can I be yours?)
I know that faking it is half the battle
It's the believing that takes ti-i-ime
I just don't know what to say when people ask me
My self-esteem ain't worth a di-i-ime
Give me a minute to collect my thoughts
And tell me sweet nothings till I fall
I was lying when I said "I'm okay"
I just can't get out my own damn way, yeah
When you were made, nobody could tell you a thing
Now years come to fade
And you've still got me on your string
Here's hoping it all comes full circle
And I come to practice what I preach (what I preach)
No more peeking through blinds watching birds go
Passing all the things out of my reach (ooh, ooh)
I know that faking it is half the battle
It's the believing that takes ti-i-ime
I just don't know what to say when people ask me
My self-esteem ain't worth a di-i-ime
Give me a minute to collect my thoughts
And tell me sweet nothings till I fall
I was lying when I said "I'm okay"
I just can't get out my own damn way, yeah
Time and time again
I can't take it, I can't stand
I can't fake it, dealing my hand
Out of my wits, when shit goes unplanned
Baby don't tempt me or misunderstand
No cuts on my hand, no cuts on my hand
Baby don't tempt me or misunderstand
No cuts on my hand, no cuts on my hand
No cuts on my hand (I know that faking it is half the battle)
Baby don't tempt me or misunderstand
No cuts on my hand, no cuts on my hand
Baby don't tempt me or misunderstand
No cuts on my hand, no cuts on my hand
Baby don't tempt me or misunderstand
No cuts on my hand, no cuts on my hand
No cuts on my hand
(My self-esteem ain't worth a di-i-ime)
Give me a minute to collect my thoughts
And tell me sweet nothings till I fall
I was lying when I said "I'm okay"
I just can't get out my own damn way, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Ayden Jacey Williams
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