Lyrics Sweet Nothings (A Break from Getting Better) - Jack Be

Sweet Nothings (A Break from Getting Better)

I dance with my microphone in my room
I guess that sometimes I think it’s you
And whisper sweet nothings into it’s ear
It lets me feel like you’re still here, like you’re still here
My dear
Years passing by
But who am I?
Who am I?
I need a break from getting better
From getting better
Slow down
I might drown
If the storm keeps rise-
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I
Without you
My love
Dance to the rhythm of the rain on the roof
I know it’s hard to hear but I ain’t over you
And that’s the truth, it’s not easy being healthy
But now I’m at a point where my honesty is selfish
Cause I’m a role-model but I miss my own model?
A boy with no father and taught by no macho
See my love for you made me a man
I hope you understand
No plan, I just miss holding your hand