That sad song she plays on repeat worries me
Sitting here wondering if she feels like mistakes tuck us in at night
No, no, it can’t be yeah maybe it’s an insecure me
Is she looking out the window driving away while holding my hand
Guess it’s all a gamble buildings built on sand
She’ll get tired of these questions like are you sure you don’t want to leave
Do you really want me
Have you given up already?