You told me this is right where it begins.
But your lips hang heavy underneath me.
And I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me.
I’m tryin’ not to let it show, that I don’t wanna let this go.
Is there somewhere you can meet me?
‘Cause I clutched your arms like stairway railings.
And you clutched my brain and eased my ailing.
You’re writing lines about me; romantic poetry.
Your girl’s got red in her cheeks, ’cause we’re somethin’ she can’t see.
And I try to refrain, but you’re stuck in my brain.
And all I do is cry and complain because second’s not the same.
Is there somewhere – Halsey