Confessions

You are the one that I thought would be The final stop for me But we couldn't keep track of our love It just slipped away from us For many reasons but Not one of them seems good enough And I do, think about you too No denying I've got the blues over you So now you call, with all that small talk But really you got all these confessions to make She might've got two hands But her touch don't feel the same She might've got two eyes But she don't look at you this way She might've got two lips But I know you miss my taste I know you feel the same Why did we walk away All that you think about All that you want in life Yeah you said it would always be me So now if you got to choose If you had not to lose Would you turn back and never leave And I do, think about you too No denying I've got the blues over you So now you call, with all that small talk But really you got all these confessions to make She might've got two hands But her touch don't feel the same She might've got two eyes But she don't look at you this way She might've got two lips But I know you miss my taste I know you feel the same Why did we walk away We've got confessions to make We've got confessions to make We've got confessions to make We've got confessions to make She might've got two hands She might've got two eyes She might've got two lips I know you feel the same Why did we walk away And I know, you've been crying on your own Got my pictures on your phone So you don't feel so alone Don't care bout' who's to blame I just know I miss your taste I know you feel the same Why did we walk away We've got confessions to make We've got confessions to make We've got confessions to make We've got confessions to make