Playing With Numbers
Do I owe you something?
I think I do
They tied our hands
But I cut through
In the arms of the potion
They found our truth
And I made a girl
Abandoned youth
And I made the mess in your vision
And I see a debt to be paid
To give a little love was all I wanted
Give a little love was all my intent
And I was playing with numbers
And I didn't know what it meant
Please don't remind me
I won't be your muse
Fragile misguided minds like mine
Only know how to use
Oh, while I played with white lies and fiction
Unbeknownst to you
I played the victim
Well, that was the last time I faced you
And I made the mess in your vision
And I see a debt to be paid
To give a little love was all I wanted
Give a little love was all my intent
And I was playing with numbers
And I didn't know what it meant
I can watch from afar, from my art on my own
All along I was lost, I was wild, this is wrong
I can't force this, just watch as the surface surrenders it all
I made the mess in your vision
And I see a debt to be paid
To give a little love was all I wanted
Give a little love was all my intent
I was playing with numbers
And I didn't know what it meant
I think I do
They tied our hands
But I cut through
In the arms of the potion
They found our truth
And I made a girl
Abandoned youth
And I made the mess in your vision
And I see a debt to be paid
To give a little love was all I wanted
Give a little love was all my intent
And I was playing with numbers
And I didn't know what it meant
Please don't remind me
I won't be your muse
Fragile misguided minds like mine
Only know how to use
Oh, while I played with white lies and fiction
Unbeknownst to you
I played the victim
Well, that was the last time I faced you
And I made the mess in your vision
And I see a debt to be paid
To give a little love was all I wanted
Give a little love was all my intent
And I was playing with numbers
And I didn't know what it meant
I can watch from afar, from my art on my own
All along I was lost, I was wild, this is wrong
I can't force this, just watch as the surface surrenders it all
I made the mess in your vision
And I see a debt to be paid
To give a little love was all I wanted
Give a little love was all my intent
I was playing with numbers
And I didn't know what it meant
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Writer(s): Molly Sterling, Gregory Michael French
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