| Patience could’ve done us well
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| 'Cause I could tell that all we lacked was presence
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| And I would’ve fell, you could’ve helped
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| But here’s to being honest
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| Neither of us knew what we wanted
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| But all we knew is that we cared
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| Still all we painted was a moment
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| And when I walked away
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| I left footsteps in the mud so you could follow me
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| And when I walked away
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| I left footsteps in the mud so you could follow me
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| You’re so bad at holding water, slips right through your fingers
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| We’d both end up drowning, it would hit the ground
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| And then the path would wash away, wash away
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| Look
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| And I really wanna work this out 'cause I’m tired of fighting
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| And I really hope you still want me the way I want you
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| And it really feels like this shit been on autopilot
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| And it’s habitual to be the bitch I am but not the chick you want
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| Residual damage left in place of what was beautiful
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| Excuses only work when what we’ve done is still excusable
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| You let the truth unfold
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| But still, cheers to being honest
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| Neither of us knew what we wanted
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| But all we knew is that we cared
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| Still all we painted was a moment
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| And when I walked away
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| I left footsteps in the mud so you could follow me
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| And when I walked away
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| I left footsteps in the mud so you could follow me
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| You’re so bad at holding water, slips right through your fingers
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| We’d both end up drowning, it would hit the ground
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| And then the path would wash away, wash away
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| You are a vision of perfection
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| In my eyes, I was caught up in a blessing
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| Didn’t realize how it wasn’t fair to compare
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| All the things I know that I’ve been through
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| As if you didn’t have anything that you went through
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| I treated you like medicine, but I guess I wasn’t listening
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| And you tried to explain that you had hurt and pain, too
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| But as long as I felt better, then it was all good
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| But we wasn’t good, so convinced that things were understood
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| Meanwhile, I had baggage to unpack, and I just had to admit that
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| Still dealing with the battles, feeling so inadequate
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| And I know that I shoulda stayed
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| But at the time, it felt like I had to quit
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| And I know that you probably thinking
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| Just I ain’t thinking 'bout myself
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| But you still playing in my head to this day talking 'bout
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| You could’ve helped
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| But still, cheers to being honest
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| Neither of us knew what we wanted (No)
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| But all we knew is that we cared (Uh)
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| Still all we painted was a moment (Ah)
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| And when I walked away
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| I left footsteps in the mud so you could follow me
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| And when I walked away
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| I left footsteps in the mud so you could follow me
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| You’re so bad at holding water, slips right through your fingers
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| We’d both end up drowning, it would hit the ground
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| And then the path would wash away, wash away (Wash away) |