作词 : Blaine宫寒放
作曲 : Blaine宫寒放
编曲 : Blaine宫寒放
I remember when I tried to ask you how it’s gonna end
You just laughed at my shit joke two minutes ago
And in the middle of the night you made it clear that we’re just friends
When its dark and its cold but you still made me go
Maybe it all got lost in translations
Or maybe I’m just bad at reading the signs
But what the **** is up with you not even hanging me up
You ought to tell me what I could and couldn’t earn
I guess that I’m just too young and childish to be good enough
Kept me close but far enough that it hurts
It ****ing hurts
(Not good enough, no)
I start to remember making promises of no promises before
So I guess I kinda did this to myself
I couldn’t say I missed you cuz I know that there’s no “me too”
And shit I need to find somebody else
Maybe it’s all just lucid hallucinations
Cuz I’m still enchanted by your London Eyes
But what the **** is up with you not even hanging me up
You ought to tell me what I could and couldn’t earn
I guess that I’m just too young and childish to be good enough
Kept me close but far enough that it hurts
It ****ing hurts
(Not good enough, yeah)
I would do whatever it takes to come over
Did you ever feel like the same on my shoulder
Does it ever fade does it have to be over
Do we be the slaves of the hearts or the owners
But what the **** is up why didn‘t you ever hang me up
You ought to tell me what I could and couldn’t earn
I guess that I’m just too young and childish to be good enough
Kept me close but far enough that it hurts
And what the **** is up when your words say not that much
You need to tell me what I should and should‘ve learned
But I’m still young and ****ing stupid and I can’t be good enough
Though I know it, when you‘re close, that’s when it hurts
And it ****ing hurts
I would do whatever it takes to come over
Did you ever feel like the same on my shoulder
Does it ever fade does it have to be over
Do we be the slaves of the hearts or the owners
I would do whatever it takes to come over
Did you ever feel like the same on my shoulder
Does it ever fade does it have to be over
Do we be the slaves of the hearts
And it ****ing hurts