It's the little things in between
That rip me apart at the seams
And it hasn't been easily caught
Though, how I see it was slow
It's priceless to say, as you knew it would
I hold the guilt and you hold good
And somehow I thought this was mine
And you're sure I'll be fine, and I'll be fine
Wandering on, unaware of the causes
I wanted a loss
Surely this means I had loved them all
Surely this means I have loved at all
Its gets caught in my mouth, but it such a (insane, shame, thing)
You're entirely on my history
And in yours I'm not the siren that I used to be
And you come and do what you thought was best for me
As this season of my life ceases to be
Slow it down
Slow it down
I cry for it all to slow down
I'm not ready
I'm not ready
I'm not