[Tori Solkowski]
Quite surprised.
Just one look into your eyes, you change my mind.
Then again, I don't mind, I seem to find,
All the answers, to the questions I don't like,
But you make them all alright.
[Witt Lowry]
I often wonder what really it is that you offer me,
At least I feel your touch, even if it's just when you walk on me.
Your mind is always elsewhere, it's there, it's on, then it's off of me.
I wanna feel your depth, but your heart is deaf when you talk to me.
I guess that's what we were taught,
We open up depending on how many drinks we have bought.
He wants your head and it's ironic, doesn't care 'bout your thoughts.
You're one more drink away from drowning.
Feeling empty and lost,
But me, I'm no better,
She wants to fuck around, and I let her.
A culture now of we're together, but was never together.
I know you're looking for one night, and I've been stuck on forevers,
I think it's sad that I'm naive to think that we could do better,
But fuck it.
I should've known from the start,
And even after all this time, I still don't know who you are.
There's more to life than likes and hopping bars and getting high inside your car.
You're feeling distant, feeling far,
Your wall is up, I know it's hard.
And so..
[Tori Solkowski]
Tell me something only you know.
Give me reason not to go.
You have my heart,
If I have yours, let me know.
Tell me something only you know.
You have feelings you don't show.
So how am I supposed to know?
If you love me, let me know.
Let me know.
Let me know.
[Witt Lowry]
I often wonder what really it is that I offer you,
At least you feel my touch, even if it's just when I walk on you.
My mind is always elsewhere, it's there, it's on, then it's off of you,
You wanna feel my depth but my heart is deaf when I talk to you.
A viscous game that we play,
See, nowadays, they say love and hate are one in the same.
You let me beat around the bush, until you're sick of my games.
It's never fair because you care and I just transfer the blame.
I transfer my pain, a shame to know that you could do better.
How selfish is it my concern is if I'm making you wetter?
How selfish is it you just want me just 'cause I make you feel better?
And we just chop it up to being drunk, there's wine on your sweater.
Alone but together, we always make it less than it seems,
It's funny how if you have feelings, you're weak, so we say less than we mean.
You hate waiting, we're not dating, and not vocal.
We're game-playing, I hate sayin', but still hopeful.
I'm conflicted, I'm lost in a lot of women.
I know our situation's been sticky since the beginning.
She left me out in limbo, you deal with my indecision.
Don't know if you'll ever love me or love the talent I'm given,
But fuck it.
I should've known from the start.
How can I feel so fucking lonely with your hands on my heart?
Your hands on my chest.
You whisper "what do you wanna do next?"
Our generation's taken love out of sex.
And so the question is left..
[Tori Solkowski]
Tell me something only you know.
Give me reason not to go.
You have my heart.
If I have yours, let me know.
Tell me something only you know.
You have feelings you don't show,
So how am I supposed to know?
If you love me, let me know.
Let me know.
Let me know.
Let me know.
Let me know.