| You’re good at the falling, not the staying there |
| You’re good at the giving too much then getting scared |
| You’re good at impersonating someone who cares |
| And you had me for a minute there |
| But now I wonder why |
| I let your confusion keep me up at night |
| I’m so tired |
| Re-read every single undertone and I |
| Over analyzed it |
| Front back and beside it |
| Where else can we go? |
| There’s nothing left here to decode |
| Done lookin' for signs in |
| The gaps and the silence |
| It’s just getting old |
| There’s nothing left here to decode |
| Mmm |
| There’s a weight off my shoulders now that I don’t chase you |
| Being myself, did that emasculate you? |
| Learning from you that I can walk away too |
| And you had me for a minute too |
| But now I wonder why |
| I let your indecision keep me up at night |
| I’m so tired |
| Unpacked every single word you wrote and I |
| Over analyzed it |
| Front back and beside it |
| Where else can we go? |
| There’s nothing left here to decode |
| Done lookin' for signs in |
| The gaps and the silence |
| It’s just getting old |
| There’s nothing left here to decode |
| Mmm |
| There’s nothing left here to decode |
| Mmm |
| Now I wonder why |
| I let your confusion keep me up at night |
| I’m so tired |
| Re-read every single undertone and I |
| Over analyzed it |
| Front back and beside it |
| Where else can I go? |
| There’s nothing left here to decode |
| Done lookin' for signs in |
| The gaps and the silence |
| It’s just getting old |
| There’s nothing left here to decode |
| There’s nothing, there’s nothing |
| There’s nothing |
| There’s nothing left here to decode |
| There’s nothing, there’s nothing |
| There’s nothing |
| There’s nothing left here to decode |