All This Time
Hey, well you figured me out
And that's alright now we've got something to talk about
Month of September, fourth floor apartment
We were the leaves, careless, and falling
No medicine can save us now
All of our secrets are coming out
Even though it was perfect
You'll just say that
All of this time, we have been pretending
Believing our own lies, so we never have to give in
We questioned purity as we dragged white sheets through the dirt of our jealousy
We're still pretending our hearts are mended
Safe from denial yet so defensive
So obvious we need a change
But telling the truth would feel so strange
Even though it was perfect
You'll just say
All of this time, we have been pretending
Believing our own lies, so we never have to give in
And it's all so familiar that I don't remember
Where we went wrong, where did we go...
All of this time, we have been pretending
Believing our own lies, so we never have to give in
All of this time, we have been pretending
Believing our own lies, so we never have to give in
And it's all so familiar that I don't remember
Where we went wrong, where did we go wrong?
Where did we go wrong?
Todo este tiempo
Hey, bueno, me descubriste
Y está bien, ahora tenemos algo de qué hablar
Mes de septiembre, apartamento del cuarto piso
Éramos las hojas, descuidadas, cayendo
Ninguna medicina puede salvarnos ahora
Todos nuestros secretos están saliendo
Aunque era perfecto
Solo dirás que
Todo este tiempo, hemos estado fingiendo
Creyendo nuestras propias mentiras, para no tener que ceder
Cuestionamos la pureza mientras arrastrábamos sábanas blancas por el barro de nuestra envidia
Seguimos fingiendo que nuestros corazones están curados
A salvo de la negación pero tan defensivos
Tan obvio que necesitamos un cambio
Pero decir la verdad se sentiría tan extraño
Aunque era perfecto
Solo dirás
Todo este tiempo, hemos estado fingiendo
Creyendo nuestras propias mentiras, para no tener que ceder
Y todo es tan familiar que no recuerdo
Dónde nos equivocamos, ¿dónde nos equivocamos...
Todo este tiempo, hemos estado fingiendo
Creyendo nuestras propias mentiras, para no tener que ceder
Todo este tiempo, hemos estado fingiendo
Creyendo nuestras propias mentiras, para no tener que ceder
Y todo es tan familiar que no recuerdo
Dónde nos equivocamos, ¿dónde nos equivocamos?
¿Dónde nos equivocamos?
Escrita por: Self Against City