Can we sleep on it? I need to sleep on it
I need to sleep on it
Girl, if you cool with it
Why don’t we sleep on it? [Chorus]
Girl, I know you’re tired of this argument (Oh, ooh, ooh, yeah)
Why don’t we sleep on it? I need to sleep on it
I need to sleep on it
Girl, if you cool with it
Why don’t we sleep on it? [Verse 2]
It would be a shame to waste, perfect night like this
Saying things that we don’t mean, yeah
I know it’s hurting you
Shit, it hurts me too
We’re too stubborn to admit it, so I
[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe we should take some time
And analyze our words before we speak
‘Cause I don’t think, all the fussin’ or the fightin’
All the borderline cryin’
Is gonna give us what we really need, oh
[Chorus]
Girl, I know you’re tired of this argument
Why don’t we sleep on it? Sleep on it (Sleep on it, babe)
Complicated, but your body’s just the opposite (She’s the opposite)
I wanna sleep on it (Oh-whoa)
Sleep on it (Oh, huh)
I don’t wanna fight
We ain’t gettin’ anywhere, anywhere tonight, oh
You know neither one of us is innocent
So why don’t we sleep on it? Can we sleep on it? I need to sleep on it
I need to sleep on it
Girl, if you cool with it
Why don’t we sleep on it? Can we sleep on it? Why don’t we—? Sleep on it
Complicated, but your body’s just the opposite
I wanna sleep on it
Sleep on it
I don’t wanna fight
We ain’t gettin’ anywhere, anywhere tonight
You know neither one of us is innocent
So why don’t we sleep on it? [Bridge]
I need to sleep on it
I need to sleep on it
Girl, if you cool with it
Why don’t we sleep on it? (Sleep on it)
Sleep on it (Sleep on it)
Complicated, but your body’s just the opposite (She’s the opposite)
I wanna sleep on it (Sleep on it)
Sleep on it (Sleep on it)
I don’t wanna fight
We ain’t gettin’ anywhere, anywhere tonight, oh
You know neither one of us is innocent
So why don’t we sleep on it? Why don’t we—? Why don’t we—? Play this song
[Verse 1]
Spend an hour, two
Me and you are runnin’ circles ’round our pride
You said the same   thing   twice
And I’m not   countin’ but I
Wish I could see   an end in sight, oh
[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe we should take some time
‘Cause nothing’s coming out right
I don’t wanna see this side to us, yeah
‘Cause that’s the fussin’, all the fightin’
And the borderline cryin’
Gettin’ us closer to the finish line, oh
[Chorus]
Girl, I know you’re tired of this argument
Why don’t we sleep on it?

Play this song
[Chorus]
She tried take man for banter
Louis V, Gucci this like I’m Santa
Deep down, I know   that   she want me
So   girl, stop with the frontin’, yeah
Baddest   in the black dress named Bianca
Oh, now you got me runnin’ down, panther
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now come and put it pon me
[Verse 1]
The tings from the motherland
She bad and I’ma tell you all about it
Before I pound it, the pum-pum
She tried to make me have it
She a bad B, but she good feed
Any time I give her a bone, she in a good mood
Any time I marry her phone, I tell her leave that alone
Let’s do this ting on the sly, I’ll be your ting on the side
She put her foot down, that’s why I feel her
The way she actin’ petty, I don’t let her take the Beemer
I been sippin’ Maggie, I been starin’ at your batty
Lookin’ thick in that trackie, so it’s choppin’, I’ll soon see ya
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, now you’re givin’ me signs, feelin’ the vibe
The waistline’s dead in my line, there’s no denyin’
Are you really tryna waste my time? B, I’m just tryna make you mine
[Chorus]
She tried take man for banter
Louis V, Gucci this like I’m Santa
Deep down, I know that she want me
So girl, stop with the frontin’, yeah
Baddest in the black dress named Bianca
Oh, now you got me runnin’ down, panther
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now come and put it pon me
[Verse 2]
Yo, it started out one night (Uh)
Next thing, I’m your driver
Any time you text, you try tell me it’s a minor
You said you weren’t like them gyal
Look, I didn’t see a future, now I’m buyin’ you designer
Look, I know we young and wreckless
Boo boo, if I were you, I wouldn’t test us, ayy
Even though I expected you to do me dirty
I still want you for my breakfast
You only fuck around with ballers ‘cah you no play fair
You stress a young boy out, make ’em grow grey hair
Man, you got me under pressure, you love a big spender
But now that times are hard, you want me out like Wenger, ah
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, now you’re givin’ me signs, look in my eyes
The waistline’s got me for life, I’ll do the time
Just say you’re a ride or die
So you can never take what’s mine, ah
[Chorus]
She tried take man for banter (Whoa)
Louis V, Gucci this like I’m Santa (Yeah, yeah)
Deep down, I know that she want me (She wants me)
So girl, stop with the frontin’, yeah
Baddest in the black dress named Bianca
Oh, now you got me runnin’ down, panther
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now come and put it pon me
[Outro]
Yeah, she a gangster, gangster
Ooh, hella banter, banter (Ayy)
I’m a G, I’m a G
But I’m cappin’ for the panther, panter
Gangster, gangster
Ayy, she got banter, banter
Look, I’m a G, I’m a G
But I’m cappin’ for the panther, panter

I’on know
I escaped them tryna bleach a nigga’s brain
Coulda went to Wall Street, instead I built up my own lane
Rather have a street in my own name
Or money with my face on it like I’m Prince Arcane
[Refrain]
You not gon’ see me frowning in these days and times, you see, the days of the Oyinbo man are numbered like football Jerseys
We all know that all of our suffering and smiling has been worth the wait! Why? A highway that will connect the Diaspora and Motherland. Wait, I think that you’ll find it
Wait, wait, I think that you’ll find it
Wait, wait, I think that you’ll find it
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
I go for the record, I don’t just go for the medals, bro
Niggas used to know that we stronger than the devil, bro
Since I buried Papa in the village with the shovel, bro
Every move is bold, ain’t no time for bein’ subtle, bro
In the face of evil, I can find the needle, haystack
Could have freed my people if this weed was legal way back
Popo spun the wheel on misfortune, but I ain’t play that
They come round and pat-pat-pat us down but I ain’t say jack
I escaped the trap, I escaped the cubicles, bro
I escaped the drive by’s, drop the funerals, bro
And I beat the case, and I beat the chase, woah woah
Can I keep the pace? Can I keep the pace? To remember that the only thing that unites black people, globally, the only thing we all have in common is that we are from Africa (Squeeze)
Freeze, please
As a little boy slanging chains back in Chinatown
Thinkin’ to myself, I’ma build a block at [?] town wit’ my, wit’ my, wealth
And I pray that I’m the brightest sound that you ever felt
I’ma take a million flights around, ’til that shit is felt
That’s that lead the way, ayy
That’s no piece of cake, ayy
That’s that troll online that live inside the tree all day, ayy
That’s that he so gay, ayy
That’s that she so fake, ayy
That’s that insecure, ayy
That’s that Issa Rae, ayy
Hey
You do you, me do me
So long as you don’t fuss wit’ we (We, baby)
[Outro]
I believe it’s time for an African peoples powered highway. A global highway for African people all over the world to rediscover themselves. It’s not   really   impossible, why do   we have to make it so   hard? [Verse 2]
My nigga, who knew? With so much pollution and erasion, why? If we can learn how to live with one another, then we can learn who is going to take the weight? Play this song
[Intro]
People, confusion going on
Why don’t we just learn how to live with one another? Who knew that that boy from Enugu with the booboo on his knee (Knee)
Back then was actin’ like a poodle on a leash (Leash)
One day he’d have to learn the juju on the streets (Streets)
Starin’ at death, like, is your shooters gonna squeeze?

Play this song
[Intro]
This is a Missy Elliot exclusive
[Refrain]
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do   it,   do it, do   it
Do it, do it, do it,   do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Missy in this bitch doin’ shit you ain’t never seen
Missy in this bitch doin’ shit you ain’t never seen
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it (Stop)
[Verse 1]
Back in this bitch, Missy hoppin’ out the sunroof
I got ’bout hundred coupes, shooters with me, hundred troops
Got a hundred bands, goin’ H.A.M., we don’t give a damn
It go up and down, ’round and ’round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
[Refrain]
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
[Verse 2]
Break a sweat, make ’em lose control, ain’t no AC
Goin’ hard, tempo forty-four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z (Stop)
[Refrain]
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off (Stop)
[Verse 3]
Play this again, I’m finna win
Finna go off, finna go in
Me and my friends, yeah, we on ten
And the song never ends, no, the song never ends
Body shaped like a fisheye lens
I’ll make it drop, yeah, I’ll make it bend
Cool off ’til I feel the wind
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Way too high to get over me
Way too low to get under my skin
All the DJ’s gon’ hit that spin
I’ma play this again and again and again (Stop)
[Interlude]
Cool off
Woo
Cool off, woo (Stop)
Woo
[Refrain]
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it

Play this song
[Intro: Lorenzo & Tommy Cash]
Woooh, lala la, la lala la
La lala, la la, lala lala la
Woooh, lala la, la lala la
Lorenzo, Tommy Cash, Tommy Cash and Lorenzo
La lala, la la, lala lala la
Vladimir Cauchemar, Tommy Cash and Lorenzo (hey)
[Couplet 1: Tommy Cash]
How many times, a big dog, dog
Don’t push my buttons, no remotes
Sipping from fountain of youth
Still sixteen, never adult
Biggest chain [?]
Skinny, sticky [?]
Fuckin’ bitches is my sport
Young abort, really short
[Couplet 2: Lorenzo]
Y’a l’instru qui tabasse, des pussy en tapas
Les gens qui s’évanouissent la sécu les ramasse
J’agite les maracas
Des litres de boissons vomis dans les buissons, fais de la place
Des liasses comme dans Dallas
Cocasse, est l’ambition
Stop le blabla, les questions
La drogue, les sports de glisse
L’alcool et l’amour du risque
[Refrain: Tommy Cash]
Handjob in Nagasaki-ki (Nagasaki)
A pinkie, can you copy-py (copy)
No weed, bad for your body-dy (body)
Real work, not a hobby-by
Don’t dare give me a sloppy (sloppy)
Tonight, I make you cocky (cocky)
Yeah, you call me Papi (Papi)
I’m feeling lucky
[Pré-refrain: Tommy Cash & Lorenzo]
Woooh, lala la, la lala la (hey)
La lala, la la (hey), lala lala la (hou)
Woooh, lala la, la lala la (hou)
La lala, la la (hey), lala lala la (wooh)
[Pont: Lorenzo]
Ca-ça va impec (-pec)
Saperlipopette
La guedro en croquettes
Ca-ça va impec (-pec)
Saperlipopette
La guedro en croquettes
[Couplet 3: Lorenzo]
Elle sort les tétons il était temps
J’pense à l’avenir en les tétant
J’ai pas ton temps, j’suis dans ton écran
Encore un cacheton et j’me détends
J’prends du bon temps, j’lache la détente
Si t’en dis trop on te descend
C’est indécent, une flaque de sang
Attention le sol est glissant
J’fais des pogos dans des fest-noz
[Poitrine coco on vide la cause]
Les vrais branleurs ont de l’arthrose
Si t’as un gun et bah pose le par terre (par terre)
Y’a after dans le cimetière (cimetière)
Dans la rue j’suis prestataire (-tataire)
[Mais à l’époque] mes compères
[Pont: Tommy Cash]
Handjob in Nagasaki-ki (Nagasaki)
A pinkie and you copy-py (copy)
No weed, bad for your body-dy (body)
Real work, not a hobby-by
Don’t dare give me a sloppy (sloppy)
Tonight, I make you cocky (cocky)
Yeah, you call me Papi (Papi)
I’m feeling lucky
[Pré-refrain: Tommy Cash & Lorenzo]
Woooh, lala la, la lala la (hey)
La lala, la la (hey), lala lala la (hou)
Woooh, lala la, la lala la (hou)
La lala, la la (hey), lala lala la (wooh)
[Refrain: Lorenzo & Tommy Cash]
Ca-ça va impec (-pec)
Saperlipopette
La guedro en croquettes
Ca-ça va impec (-pec)
Saperlipopette
La guedro en croquettes
Wou

Play this song
[Intro: Yo Gotti]
Photo shoot, yeah
Flash, flash, flash, flash
[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Lil Uzi Vert]
You are looking at a legend in the flesh
Fresher body   [?]   to the check
Blew   a quarter key on the set
Hold   up, pose
VV’s and the chain is lookin’ wet
Deposit, I ain’t hit account yet
Shit ain’t verified, like my check
Hold up, pose (Yeah)
Pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, pose, pose, pose, it’s a photo shoot (Yeah, I am I am, I am I am)
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Dope boy, I’m on Polaroid
Photo’s make me paranoid
Bitch open up her camera phone (Hold on hold on)
This that shit I be tryna avoid (Yeah)
Bitch, I ain’t tryna make no blog with you (Blog with you)
Hoe, I ain’t walkin’ to the mall with you (Aye not me)
Took her out on the radio
I should take a picture, you got the log with you
Sendin’ me pictures and they X rated (X rated)
Word on the street that my ex hate it (Ex hate it)
You doin’ lame shit and I’m irritated (Fuck nigga)
I don’t do no fuck shit, I’m a haters baby (Yum)
She wanna eat the dick on camera (Camera)
Pussy bald head, like Amber (Rose)
[?]this a camel toe, photo shoot
[Interlude: Lil Uzi Vert]
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, pose
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, yeah, woah
[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Lil Uzi Vert]
You are looking at a legend in the flesh
Fresher body [?] to the check (Yuh)
Blew a quarter key on the set
Hold up, pose
VV’s and the chain is lookin’ wet (What)
Deposit, I ain’t hit account yet (Yuh)
Shit ain’t verified, like my check (Let’s go)
Hold up, pose
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, Lil Uzi
[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Fucked that bitch try fee on it
Uh-uh, best put the free on it (Yeah)
If it’s ’bout money, then we on it (Whoa)
Water on my neck, you could ski on it (Oh)
You can’t unthaw these diamonds, put the heat on it (What)
I was layin’ on my bed while she dreamed on it (Yeah)
Man, I touched that thing back, put my knee on it (Yeah)
Man, my shoes was too fresh with my feet on it (Whoa!)
Went to the jeweler, top of the morning
24 hours, then I was sorted (Let’s go)
You was not locked up, you was in holding
I know some niggas got life and they posin’
All in they picture, she know I’m richer
Yeah that her nigga, look at my wrist-er
Heard you flew sicker, I do not miss her
She not enough, I need her friend
I feel like Trisha, totaled my car
I cannot fix her, she pose for the pic (Skrt)
Make the bitch lick it, I got a lamb
I got a fist, she ride of my dick like it’s a RipStik
Smack on her bottom like that shit a mystic (Yeah)
I’m 30 M’s in, still in the trenches
I went to the dentist cause I’m a menace
Fucked the old cougar just for her pension
[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, pose (Whoa)
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, hold up, pose (Yeah)

Play this song
[Verse 1: Taylor Swift]
The buttons of my coat were tangled in my hair
In doctor’s office lighting, I didn’t tell you I was scared
That was the first time we were there
Holy orange bottles, each night, I pray to you
Desperate people find faith, so now I pray to Jesus too
And I say to you…
[Chorus: Taylor Swift & Dixie Chicks]
Ooh-ah
Soon, you’ll get better
Ooh-ah
Soon, you’ll get better
Ooh-ah
You’ll get better soon
‘Cause you have to
[Verse 2: Taylor Swift]
I know delusion when I see it in the mirror
You like the nicer nurses, you make the best of a bad deal
I just pretend it isn’t real
I’ll paint the kitchen neon, I’ll brighten up the sky
I know I’ll never get it, there’s not a day that I won’t try
And I say to you…
[Chorus: Taylor Swift & Dixie Chicks]
Ooh-ah
Soon, you’ll get better
Ooh-ah
Soon, you’ll get better
Ooh-ah
You’ll get better soon
‘Cause you have to
[Bridge: Taylor Swift & Dixie Chicks]
And I hate to make this all about me
But who am I supposed to talk to? [Pre-Chorus: Taylor Swift]
This won’t go back to normal, if it ever was
It’s been years of hoping, and I keep saying it because
‘Cause I have to
[Chorus: Taylor Swift & Dixie Chicks]
Ooh-ah
You’ll get better
Ooh-ah
Soon, you’ll get better
Ooh-ah
You’ll get better soon
Ooh-ah
Soon, you’ll get better
Ooh-ah
Soon, you’ll get better
Ooh-ah
You’ll get better soon
‘Cause you have to What am I supposed to do
If there’s no you?

Play this song
When I found old diaries from my childhood and my teens, they were covered in   dust. In the entries, I daydreamed on paper and mused about who might ask who to the dance or how nervous I was saying the national anthem at the local baseball game. I wrote about tiny details in my life in these diaries from a bygone age with such… wonderment. All the while, we crave romance. Writing a new song, riding in the car with my mom, the purple-pink skies of the soccer field on the walk home, the one night in middle school when none of my friends were fighting, the dazzle of opal necklaces I couldn’t afford gleaming from a department store jewelry case. Intrigue. I hope that someday you forget the pain ever existed. Those things may be struggles, but they’re not my identity. Romance. I noticed things and decided they were romantic, and so they were. Above all else, we really, really want our lives to be filled with love. Turn those voices up in the mix in your head. I’m not just   saying that for poetic effect, they   were truly dusty with pictures drawn of first day of school outfits and inspirational quotes I used to retrace over and over to get me through doubtful moments. We are what we love. I frequently and drastically changed my opinions on love, friends, confidence and trust. May you write down your feelings and reflect on the years later, only to learn all the trials and the tribulations you thought might kill you… didn’t. In life, we grow up and we encounter the nuanced complexities of trying to figure out who to be, how to act, or how to be happy. We constantly question our choices, our surroundings, and we beat ourselves up for our mistakes. This album is a love letter to love itself- all the captivating, spellbinding, maddening devastating red, blue, gray, golden aspects of it (that’s why there are so many songs)
In honor of fever dreams, bad boys, confessions of love on a drunken night out, Christmas lights still hanging in January, guitar string scars on my hands, false gods and blind faith, memories of dumping into an icy outdoor pool, creaks in floorboards and ultraviolet morning light, finally finding a friend, and opening the curtains to see the clearest, brightest daylight after the darkest night. This is Lover. May your struggles become inaudible background noise behind the loud, clergies voices of those who love and appreciate you. Like invisible smoke in the room, we wonder what kind of anxiety pushes you forward and what kind ruins your ability to find joy in your life. I’ve decided that in this life, I want to be defined by the things I love- not the things I hate, the things I’m afraid of, or the things that haunt me in the middle of the night. I’d practice my autograph and tape my guitar picks to the pages. If that’s the case, I hope you treat them with care. I wish the same for you. We long for those rare, enchanting moments when things just fall into place. But what shocked me the most was how often I wrote down the things I loved. I vented, described memories in detail, jotted down new song ideas and questioned why I would ever try to shoot for a career I had such a small chance of ever attaining. I hope that if there is a lover in your life, it’s someone who deserves you. May you take notice of the things in your life that are nice and make you feel safe and maybe even find wonderment in them.

Play this song
I think he knows
His footprints on the sidewalk
Lead to where I can’t stop
Go there every   night
I   think he knows
His   hands around a cold glass
Make me   wanna know that
Body like it’s mine
He got that boyish look that I like in a man
I am an architect, I’m drawing up the plans
It’s like I’m 17, nobody understands
No one understands
He got my heartbeat
Skipping down 16th Avenue
Got that, oh, I mean
Wanna see what’s under that attitude like
I want you, bless my soul
And I ain’t gotta tell him, I think he knows
I think he knows
I think he knows
When we get all alone
I’ll make myself at home
And he’ll want me to stay
I think he knows
He better lock it down
Or I won’t stick around
‘Cause good ones never wait (Ha)
He got that boyish look that I like in a man
I am an architect, I’m drawing up the plans
He’s so obsessed with me and, boy, I understand
Boy, I understand
He got my heartbeat (Heartbeat)
Skipping down 16th Avenue
Got that, oh, I mean (I mean)
Wanna see what’s under that attitude like
I want you, bless my soul
And I ain’t gotta tell him, I think he knows
I think he knows
I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my soul
I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my soul
Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh
We can follow the sparks, I’ll drive
Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh
We can follow the sparks, I’ll drive
“So where we gonna go?”
I whisper in the dark
“Where we gonna go?”
I think he knows
He got my heartbeat (Heartbeat)
Skipping down 16th Avenue (Baby)
Got that, oh, I mean (I mean)
Wanna see what’s under that attitude like (Yeah)
I want you, bless my soul
And I ain’t gotta tell him, I think he knows
I think he knows
I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my soul
I want you, bless my (Oh, baby)
I want you, bless my soul (He got my heartbeat)
I want you, bless my (Skipping down 16th Avenue, baby)
I want you, bless my soul
I want you, bless my soul
And I ain’t gotta tell him, I think he knows

[Pre-Chorus]
And I can’t talk to you when you’re like this
Staring out the window like I’m not your favorite town
I’m New York City
I still do it for you, babe
They all warned us about times like this
They say the road gets hard and you get lost
When you’re led by blind faith, blind faith
[Chorus]
But we might just get away with it
Religion’s in your lips
Even if it’s a false god
We’d still worship
We might just get away with it
The altar is my hips
Even if it’s a false god
We’d still worship this love
We’d still worship this love
We’d still worship this love
[Verse 2]
I know heaven’s a thing
I go there when you touch me, honey
Hell is when I fight with you
But we can patch it up good
Make confessions and we’re begging for forgiveness
Got the wine for you
[Pre-Chorus]
And you can’t talk to me when I’m like this
Daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you
You’re the West Village
You still do it for me, babe
They all warned us about times like this
They say the road gets hard and you get lost
When you’re led by blind faith, blind faith
[Chorus]
But we might just get away with it
Religion’s in your lips
Even if it’s a false god
We’d still worship
We might just get away with it
The altar is my hips
Even if it’s a false god
We’d still worship this love
We’d still worship this love
We’d still worship this love, ah
[Outro]
Still worship this love
Even if it’s a false god
Even if it’s a false god
Still worship this love Play this song
[Verse 1]
We were crazy to think
Crazy to think that this could work
Remember how I said I’d   die   for you? We were   stupid to jump
In the ocean separating   us
Remember how I’d fly to you?

It’s on your face, and I’m to blame, I need to say
[Chorus]
Hey, it’s all me, in my head
I’m the one who burned us down
But it’s not what I meant
Sorry that I hurt you
I don’t wanna do, I don’t wanna do this to you (Ooh)
I don’t wanna lose, I don’t wanna lose this with you (Ooh)
I need to say, hey, it’s all me, just don’t go
Meet me in the afterglow
[Verse 2]
It’s so excruciating to see you low
Just wanna lift you up and not let you go
This ultraviolet morning light below
Tells me this love is worth the fight, oh
[Pre-Chorus 2]
I lived like an island, punished you with silence
Went off like sirens, just crying
Why’d I have to break what I love so much? It’s on your face, don’t walk away, I need to say
[Chorus]
Hey, it’s all me, in my head
I’m the one who burned us down
But it’s not what I meant
I’m sorry that I hurt you
I don’t wanna do, I don’t wanna do this to you (Ooh)
I don’t wanna lose, I don’t wanna lose this with you (Ooh)
I need to say, hey, it’s all me, just don’t go
Meet me in the afterglow
[Bridge]
Tell me that you’re still mine
Tell me that we’ll be just fine
Even when I lose my mind
I need to say
Tell me that it’s not my fault
Tell me that I’m all you want
Even when I break your heart
I need to say
[Chorus]
Hey, it’s all me, in my head
I’m the one who burned us down
But it’s not what I meant
Sorry that I hurt you
I don’t wanna do, I don’t wanna do this to you (Ooh)
I don’t wanna lose, I don’t wanna lose this with you (Ooh)
I need to say, hey, it’s all me, just don’t go
Meet me in the afterglow Play this song
[Verse 1]
I blew things out of proportion, now you’re blue
Put you in jail for something you   didn’t   do
I pinned your   hands behind your back, oh
Thought I   had reason to attack, but no
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves
Chemistry ’til it blows up, ’til there’s no us
Why’d I have to break what I love so much?