headaches

Its getting late

I'm holding on to what I used to think was great

I look around and all I fuckin see is grey

I think its time for us to stop and take a break

But I know those feelings that I cant shake (yea)

And you told me you would never give a name

And you told me you would never play a game

And you leave me there with all these headaches

If I could run you'd know I'd never have stayed

If I could run you'd know I'd never have stayed