Got a ticket down the East Coast
Thinking it would heal the pain
But only realised when I got home
That I was running, running, running away, oh

Lately I've been stuck in my mind
I've lost all track of me
Take my time, swallow my pride
Stop running, running, running

I don't need perfect, oh
But I'm sick of guessin' all the time
Strugglin' to read your mind
Head's doin' circles, oh

Got me workin' overtime
Tryna to find the reasons why
Lately I ain't over us
But I feel like I'm losing touch
As I dive in deeper, do you notice?

I’m sorry for the hurt, I’m sorry for the pain
I’m sorry that I ever let you think that you could stay
I’m sorry I’m the worst, for always playing games
I’m sorry I involve you in my 2 AM mistakes
This ain’t fair to no one, we know this isn’t love
I hate that I’m a person tha