The Seams

I should have been in bed hours ago The chamomile is getting low And I keep sinking deeper praying for love through the phone I should have said goodbye years ago Just cut it off and let it go But I kept trying to secure what felt out of control And now he tries to move on And I have been so strong And neither of us wants to admit that we were wrong And as birds fly south for winter, I warm myself from shivers I'm used to it now, I'm no longer bitter It's just a thread loose at the seams When with him I'm not quite me And I no longer force what is not meant to be Now I'm wearing his shirt to bed And I'm the song stuck in his head Flooding out the life that I almost chose instead And his thumb strokes my cheek I am the sun he seeks And both of us know true love won't make you weak And as birds fly home for summer, I feel I'm falling under Into the blue Cause that man turned pain to wonder It's a thread tied at the seams I'm with him and I'm most me And now I trust in what is just meant to be And now the thread knots at the seams He's the oxygen I breathe And he became my cup of chamomile tea Meant to be Meant to be