I would say the things that I was feeling
If it could change the reason for you leaving
I've tried to make some sense of all the pieces
Talking to my shadow on the ceiling (ooh)
Please just pull the car off to the shoulder
You don't wanna tell me that it's over, is it over?
You can call me in the middle of the night
You can leave before I wake up in the morning
And it could feel so wrong, but I'll still hold on
You always run away from everything you love
And you can tell me seven versions of the story
And it could feel so wrong, but I'll still hold on
Ooh, but I'll still hold on
Ooh, but I'll still
And even when I'd tried I would go and fuck it up
Did you need a little space? Did I ever give enough?
There's nothing left to say though, we're on a tight rope (ooh)
Please just pull the car off to the shoulder
You don't wanna tell me that it's over, is it over?
You can call me in the middle of the night
You can leave before I wake up in the morning
And it could feel so wrong, but I'll still hold on
You always run away from everything you love
And you can tell me seven versions of the story
And it could feel so wrong, but I'll still hold on (ooh)
But I'll still hold on (ooh)
The ending always works out for the author
So would you ever write another chapter?
Where we run away and start another life?
I'll be your broke-ass-modern Prince Charming
And it'll feel so right and we'll never press rewind
But I woke up in the middle of the night
Had a dream you were calling saying sorry
But I got no missed calls, do you miss me at all?
I wish that I can stop myself from feeling
It's over now and I still can't believe it
