And I, I've got something hard to say I won't be back again And I'm sorry if you thought this was something else And I thought I was clear enough that I never wanted love But you never wanted much
I didn't want all of your heart Just the comfort that came with your arms Now that I'm stuck in your bed Tryna work things out But you crumble in front of me So don't keep me stuck in your head I'm not the one to invest into I thought you knew this wasn't love
Don't make that think you're not special Special, think you're not special Special, think you're not special Special, think you're not special
Said that we should only fucking sleep around every now and then But I could still feel you falling in And now is the last time that I kiss the back of your neck In the morning I'll be gone again And I'm sorry I could never pretend
I didn't want all of your heart Just the comfort that came with your arms And now that I'm stuck in your bed Tryna find a way out But you crumble in front of me So don't keep me stuck in your head I'm not the one to invest into I thought you knew this wasn't love
But don't make that think you're not special Special, think you're not special Special, think you're not special Special, think you're not special Special, think you're not special Special, think you're not special Special, think you're not special Special, think you're not special Special
Compositor: Michael James Stafford (Maverick Sabre) ECAD: Obra #31991180