You Don't Wanna Feed The Fire Anymore

Close to August, summer’s almost gone
I’m not flawless, death of what you thought
You don’t wanna feed the fire anymore
So breach the floodgates, soak me to the core

Baby come back, baby come back, baby, come back
Cut me some slack, I feel so bad, baby, come back
And it might make sense to me eventually

Deep in August, waiting for the cold
I’m done with progress, lost in Baltimore
The day will come, I’ll feel alive, so I’m told
But if I’m honest, but if I’m honest, I just wanna fold

Baby come back, baby come back, baby, come back
Cut me some slack, I feel so bad, baby, come back
And it might make sense to me eventually

I tried my hardest, can’t make it ok
Flat on my back and I feel so ashamed, no
We talk anyway
And still won’t hang up when there’s nothing to say
Holding my breath and you’re so far away
I can’t relax, so

Baby, come back, baby, come back
Cut me some slack, I feel so bad, baby, come back