If it’s a matter of preference I prefer your apartment And the shadows cast on the white walls. There’s just a lack of commitment and misunderstanding And the notion that I will never be enough.
And it gets weird sometimes when I say I love you.
Come on don’t leave me hanging on
Don’t leave me.
But it gets weird sometimes when I say I love you And it gets weird sometimes when I say I love you.
It’s the size of an ocean It’s fucking terrifying To be so exposed it feels like I’m drowning.