I don’t think you fully understand
How close we are to losing what we have
Whoa
I almost can remember better days
Like faded watercolors on the page
Whoa
I don’t think you belong beside me
You haven’t satisfied me
Can’t find a place to hide
And now I’m terrified of you
Our cup’s not running over
Can’t find that 4 leaf clover
Our hearts aren’t getting closer
Don’t make me find somebody new
Whoa
Empty nights
Bodies bored
Kitchen fights
Pick up the floor
Don’t you walk away
Won’t you listen
Endless lists
So much to do
I feel dismissed
I miss you
Oh
The hourglass keeps dripping out its sands
The life you want keeps slipping through your hands
Whoa
And I don’t know what to do