Midnight confetti, you swear that you are ready for war

Text message empty you say that 'I'm not ready for more

Yeah we talk too much for friends

But I don't think that we could be nothing more

Yeah

There are secrets in your closet that you wish you had told me before

Yeah

So is this just how this shit goes?

When your heart's open, my heart stays closed

My best friend thinks you're doing well

But she doesn't understand you're going through hell

You're going through hell

The taxi is waiting but you're begging and begging I stay

Even though we know we're fighting like every single day

Yeah we talk too much for friends

But I don't think that we could be nothing more

There are secrets in your closet that you wish you had told me before

So is this just how this shit goes?

When your heart's open, my heart stays closed

My best friend thinks you're doing well

But she doesn't understand you're going through hell

You're going through hell