From: Catch & Release - Matt Simons - 2016

It’s a little bit foreign

It’s a little bit strained

We’ve got our excuses, we’re emotionally drained

 

It’s a little familiar

Still a little bit blind

Fighting it is useless as we’re losing both our minds

 

Running on empty and I get you have to go

We’ll take it one more time before you hit the road

 

One last time, close the door

Come by it honestly, suddenly feeling

Two hearts breaking that thought they could make it

Take my hand, show me you don’t love me anymore

 

It’s a little bit tragic

A little bit sound

Yeah, damn good years of both our lives in a pile on the ground

 

It’s a little bit stupid

A little bit hard to conceive

That it all fades away when you leave

 

Running on empty and I get you have to go

We’ll take it one more time before you hit the road

 

One last time, close the door

Come by it honestly, suddenly feeling

Two hearts breaking that thought they could make it

Take my hand, show me you don’t love me anymore

 

Is this really over

Is this really over

Is this really over love

We had our whole lives

We had our whole lives

Take my hand, show me you don’t love me anymore

Take my hand, show me you don’t love me anymore