And I slept for days
Waiting for a change
Waiting for things to feel different
Waiting for things to feel different

Maybe I'm looking to get hurt
Maybe I'll find it in your words
Little phrases being mixed between
What comes last and what comes first

I know you didn't mean
To get tangled up in me
I'm easy to fall into
I'm easy to fall out of
And I'll spend the rest of autumn
Laying around my room
Probably still talking to you
What else do I have to do?
What else do I have to do?

I may just be pushing for permanence
I have a history of not letting go
You've got me questioning the point of all of this
Please let me let you go
I may just be pushing for permanence
I have a history of not letting go
You've got me questioning the point of all of this
Please let me let you go