Your History
Thing is I think we
Shouldn’t keep doing this
It’s difficult for me to say
Because I wouldn’t wanna let go
But I know I’ll get hurt
And it’ll hurt more and more and more
The longer we go on
You have someone
I can’t compete
You have someone
Your history
Thing is I’m somewhere
In between the lines, cheap motels
Dirty sheets and curtains drawn
And I guess, I guess I
Saw something in you
You cover up in all that lying
But I can’t be the one to dig it up
You have someone
I can’t compete
You have someone
Your history
You have someone
I can’t compete
You have someone
Your history