Thinking 'bout You
I'm sitting here alone
Thinking 'bout you, baby
I can't pick up the phone
I really want you, baby
I'm sitting here alone
Thinking 'bout you, baby
I can't pick up the phone
I really want you, baby
Oh no...
The truth hurts more than a lie does
And I thought that we had the pain behind us
But we can't look at our past mistakes, no, because the love blinds us
But what I feel transcends what I can handle
And you walk out the room, with your hand on the handle
And my finger on the trigger, but I won't follow through, Go figure, bouncing off walls won't even bring joy to Tigger
So I'll stay calm, and rest in place, emotions got my mind in their palms, my resting place
Should have been next to yours, my heart perforated, worse than my pores
But the holes can't be filled and I'll never be whole again
And what should I do when my soul befriends
Someone else's, and my actions will be my sole regret
It must be what my sole/soul begets
When I have been treading on the path of evil
And like a weevil, I'm a pest to people
So I guess it must be for the best to leave'em
Including you, and I know it hurts, seeing you in pain, is just the worse
So I would rather hurt you now than a lifetime
And even though you're my lifeline, I must retreat from the Frontline
I'm sitting here alone
Thinking 'bout you, baby
I can't pick up the phone
I really want you, baby
I'm sitting here alone
Thinking 'bout you, baby
I can't pick up the phone
I really want you, baby
Oh no...
Thinking 'bout you, baby
I can't pick up the phone
I really want you, baby
I'm sitting here alone
Thinking 'bout you, baby
I can't pick up the phone
I really want you, baby
Oh no...
The truth hurts more than a lie does
And I thought that we had the pain behind us
But we can't look at our past mistakes, no, because the love blinds us
But what I feel transcends what I can handle
And you walk out the room, with your hand on the handle
And my finger on the trigger, but I won't follow through, Go figure, bouncing off walls won't even bring joy to Tigger
So I'll stay calm, and rest in place, emotions got my mind in their palms, my resting place
Should have been next to yours, my heart perforated, worse than my pores
But the holes can't be filled and I'll never be whole again
And what should I do when my soul befriends
Someone else's, and my actions will be my sole regret
It must be what my sole/soul begets
When I have been treading on the path of evil
And like a weevil, I'm a pest to people
So I guess it must be for the best to leave'em
Including you, and I know it hurts, seeing you in pain, is just the worse
So I would rather hurt you now than a lifetime
And even though you're my lifeline, I must retreat from the Frontline
I'm sitting here alone
Thinking 'bout you, baby
I can't pick up the phone
I really want you, baby
I'm sitting here alone
Thinking 'bout you, baby
I can't pick up the phone
I really want you, baby
Oh no...
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Writer(s): Bayan Furutan
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