Pots And Pans

Didn’t have a pot or pan to my name
Taking z’s on the floor, waiting for a bed frame
Getting used to sleeping by myself again
Winning back all my best friends that I left out to be with you

Good lies, I ran, circled in my mind
Till they all caught up
Had me face it real close-up

You might not understand that
I fell for you in a younger time
Thought it would just fuck me up
To know it's safe and leave our love
But you know what fucks me up?
Living with your broken heart

Working through our riddles, I lost it
I don’t blame you for the time we costed
Shook me down until I had to forfeit
To find my light

Good lies, I ran, circled in my mind
Till they all caught up
Had me face it real close-up

​You might not understand that
I fell for you in a younger time
Thought it would just fuck me up
To know it's safe and leave our love
But you know what fucks me up?
Living with your broken heart