Confined
I'm confined in this space that I cannot define
Switching sides, oh, I'm
Falling deep, nothing left in my mind
Guess it's time
I can't fall in love again
But I'll pretend it's not your fault
But 'til then, we can make amends
And both pretend we ain't moved on
Let's call it, I'll be honest
Us talking? Um, next topic!
I don't wanna spend time in limbo
Just sent five to my venmo
For the gas you smoked out the window (Through the window)
Through the window, yeah (The window, the window)
This stuff got the same type of time as mine
Goes, goes
I'll be waiting
Up, up, up, up, up
Got me stuck between a wall and a hard place
Do we all gotta learn stuff the hard way?
And I never really mean it when I'm sorry
'Cause you stay flipping out like it's Maury
But I'll keep biking, biking
You run up your mileage, mileage
Where's your co-pilot, pilot?
Two-seater driving, driving
This stuff got the same type of time as mine
Goes, goes
I'll be waiting
Up, up, up, up, up
I'm confined in this space that I cannot define
Switching sides, oh, I'm
Falling deep, nothing left in my mind
Guess it's time
I can't fall in love again
But I'll pretend it's not your fault
But 'til then we can make amends
And both pretend we ain't moved on
Keeping you at arm's length
Staying out of harm's way
Plus you called me hardly
But you stole my heart babe
But I'm still drawn to you
Sketchin' us, drawin' you
Switching sides, oh, I'm
Falling deep, nothing left in my mind
Guess it's time
I can't fall in love again
But I'll pretend it's not your fault
But 'til then, we can make amends
And both pretend we ain't moved on
Let's call it, I'll be honest
Us talking? Um, next topic!
I don't wanna spend time in limbo
Just sent five to my venmo
For the gas you smoked out the window (Through the window)
Through the window, yeah (The window, the window)
This stuff got the same type of time as mine
Goes, goes
I'll be waiting
Up, up, up, up, up
Got me stuck between a wall and a hard place
Do we all gotta learn stuff the hard way?
And I never really mean it when I'm sorry
'Cause you stay flipping out like it's Maury
But I'll keep biking, biking
You run up your mileage, mileage
Where's your co-pilot, pilot?
Two-seater driving, driving
This stuff got the same type of time as mine
Goes, goes
I'll be waiting
Up, up, up, up, up
I'm confined in this space that I cannot define
Switching sides, oh, I'm
Falling deep, nothing left in my mind
Guess it's time
I can't fall in love again
But I'll pretend it's not your fault
But 'til then we can make amends
And both pretend we ain't moved on
Keeping you at arm's length
Staying out of harm's way
Plus you called me hardly
But you stole my heart babe
But I'm still drawn to you
Sketchin' us, drawin' you
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Writer(s): Silas Chandler
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