a six letter word called enough
the last thing to leave from my lips
before you just hung up the phone
is this hate or just love cut to the bone
and these nights feel like months grown to years
i'm so stuck, why can't it ever be more clear
and these promises are points of the past
is this why we can't seem to last?
if you think this is a dream...
please don't wake me let me sleep this one through
it's too late
so i'll stay
do you remember when we were alone
just sitting there waiting for the words to come out
we were both stood up by our tongues and our lungs
forgetting to breathe 'cause we just loved each other...so much
why would you pretend? (just let go...)
