You Weren't Wrong

I’ve said words that brought you here
And in dreams you never sounded so clear
I found reasons to drag you still
Selfish seasons change against my will

It’s not something I can handle
I can get used to this, I’m not getting used to this
It’s not something I can’t manage
I can let go of this, but I can’t let go

You think you’re breathing alone
But you’re breathing on my neck
And I was sleeping when you walked in
And now you’re crawling up my back
And I’m watching as you dress
You think I’m standing in the way
But I’m tasting the things
That you will never say

It’s not something I can handle
I can get used to this, I’m not getting used to this
It’s not something I can’t manage
I can let go of this, but I can’t let go

What if words so weak could mean a real thing?
At least I know that you would never see
But if I can’t give you anything but me
Well, I would be content
Believe me, please

It’s not something I can handle
I can get used to this, I’m not getting used to this
It’s not something I can’t manage
I can let go of this, but I can’t let go
It’s not something I can handle
I can get used to this, I’m not getting used to this
It’s not something I can’t manage
I can let go of this, but I can’t let go