Letras
I can see your breath in the window
Written I'm sorry
You're fogging up friendship
I don't want to say it back
Do I need this stress or a symbol?
I don't know probably
The fate of my conscience
Never thought much of that
Could be easier to drive you mad
Like I'm Jason Statham
Do I know how to keep it all intact?
No
I think I'm dying in the subtlety
Lying 'bout the worst of me
I just wanna stay on track
Crying like it hurts to be
What we wanted initially
Why don't you just cut some slack?
Like peaches, apple pie, or strawberry cream
It's like you haven't tasted pain and suffering
To drive it home in words easily explained
Love is just a passion with a four-letter name
It could be easier to make you mad
Just need a little more pressure
The indecision couldn't make you crack
Like it was now or never
Would you pretend to see the pain I lack?
Just for the simple pleasure
Could make a movie out of the laughs we had
I think I'm dying in the subtlety
Lying 'bout the worst of me
I just wanna stay on track (I just wanna stay on track)
Crying like it hurts to be what we wanted initially
Why don't you just cut some slack?