You are the one that I thought would be
A final stop for me
But we couldn't keep track of our love
Each and every way from us
For many reasons by
Not one of them seems good enough
And I do, think about you to
Not denying I've got the blues over you
Tonight you call, but all that small talk
I'm ready you got all these confessions to make
She might've got your hands
But it doesn't feel the same
She might've got your eyes
She'll don't get you this way
She might've got your lips
But I know you'll miss my taste
I know you feel the same
Why did we walked away
All that you think about
Bout that you want in life
Yeah you said it will always be me
So now if you got to choose
If you hang on to loose
Will you turn back and never leave
And I do, think about you to
Not denying I've got the blues over you
Tonight you call, but all that small talk
I'm ready you got all these confessions to make
She might've got your hands
But it doesn't feel the same
She might've got your eyes
She'll don't get you this way
She might've got your lips
But I know you'll miss my taste
I know you feel the same
Why did we walked away
We've got confessions to make
We've got confessions to make
We've got confessions to make
We've got confessions to make
She might've got your hands
She might've got your eyes
She might've got your lips
I know you feel the same
Why did we walked away
And I know, you'll be bragging on your own
Get my pictures on your phone
So you don't feel so alone
Don't care but it's a blink
I just know I'll miss your taste
I know you feel the same
Why did we walked away
We've got confessions to make
We've got confessions to make
We've got confessions to make
We've got confessions to make