terms

Your face lied and I believed it
You let me roll with what you think I know
Doesnt change the fact that you feel what youre feeling
Dont know if youll say it though
Yes I cut my existential dreads off
Its funny that you ask why
Didnt think you cared when you took off
I guess I havent let you go yet
All that time spent dying to forget, now Im trying to remember
As if theres something that the lies couldnt get to, lying at the center
Been calling since the time of regret
Been sending messages, leaving voicemails
Damn near knocking the door down
Tryna come to
I guess you havent let me go yet
You pulled me to the corners of your eyes and I found your tears hiding
I chased you to the ends of your fingertips, trying to do the right thing
I twisted away using time as my excuse
I left the weight of untying on you
Im sorry if I made you feel like you couldnt say the truth
Tell me how you feel now
Im sorry that you picked up the phone
Im sorry that I picked up the pain
And painted my way back into your picture
Tryna come to