Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harper Mundy
Songwriter
Hannah Cole
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tanner Ledford
Producer
Lyrics
It's cold on the kitchen floor
We've sat and talked like this before
My feet feel frozen in place
Can't take one look at your face
You read me a little too well
Sometimes I get ahead of myself
Now you offer me your sweater
And I think I should know better
But we know it means more than that
If I take it I won't give it back
Can't see red flags in the middle of the night
So maybe I'll just close my eyes
I can't
I can't do it, I can't do it again
I can't do it, I can't do it
Been reading in-between the lines
But the truth comes out under the kitchen light
I can't
I can't do it, I can't do it again
I can't do it, I can't do it again
The smell of your cigarette smoke
Thought I'd like it but I don't
And it lingers on my sleeves
I don't really want to leave you alone
Green like the color of your eyes
When it's storming in your mind
Got some holes that needed mending
You don't love me, you're pretending
But maybe I was faking too
You don't know me like you think you do
Can't see red flags in the middle of the night
So maybe I'll just close my eyes
I can't
I can't do it, I can't do it again
I can't do it, I can't do it
Been reading in-between the lines
But the truth comes out under the kitchen light
I can't
I can't do it, I can't do it again
I can't do it, I can't do it again
It's cold on the kitchen floor
Use your sweater to keep me warm
Now your head is on my shoulder
And I think you need it more than I do
Written by: Hannah Cole, Harper Mundy