Small Talk (Other Than You)

I sit down to write you a slow thought

Something I’ve been thinking about an awful lot

(other than you)

I wonder if I should start out with the small talk

How much I’ve kept the same, how much has changed

Other than you

There’s been no one else

Other than you

I’ll only want myself

Other than you

I’m fine, I' swear it

Other than you

I’m put together

 

I crumpled the paper cause it’s not

The kind of you like to talk about

(Other than you)

I should’ve known better, than to fall for your small talk

Who’dve known I’d be stuck talking about nothing

Other than you

There’s been no one else

Other than you

I’ll only want myself

Other than you

I’m fine, I' swear it

Other than you

I’m put together

 

I’ve never been so hung up on anything…

Other than you

I’ve never been so hung up on anything…

Open Fire (Duet)

1)All of the thoughts

Kept behind my eyes

All spilling out in tears

Like rain from the skies

It’s more damage than I meant to do

I’m more sorry than I meant to be, too

 

2)Open your fire on me

I’ll take the burn

Go on and scream

And when you’re done

I won’t blame you a bit

After all, after all,

This is me, asking for it

 

1) All of the words,

Trapped in my head and

I know they won’t come out

Like anything intended,

It’s more damage than I meant to do,

More sorry than I meant to be, too

 

2)Open your fire on me

I’ll take the burn

Go on and scream

And when you’re done

I won’t blame you a bit

After all, after all,

This is me, asking for it

 

2)You don’t haveta build walls

Around what you want,

I swear I can take,

What you, need to throw at me

1)I can’t explain,

If it’s breaking you softly,

Cut by the lace, you still bleed

 

2)Open your fire on me

I’ll take the burn

Go on and scream

And when you’re done

I won’t blame you a bit

After all, after all,

This is me, asking for it

 

2)This is me, after all

1)More sorry than ever

2)This is me, after all

1)More sorry than ever

So Much More Than Everything I’ve Got

Force down the cough syrup

Make me make the best of it

What else can you do

When all the knives are pointing at you

And

 

I’ve made some decisions

I don’t know if I like them still

Now I’m just dreaming

Bout what my life could’ve been

 

Don’t stay awake at night

Counting the possibilities on stars

Cause one day they’ll fall to the ground and die

But you’ll be there for yourself still

 

I’ve made some decisions

I don’t know if I like them still

Now I’m just dreaming

Bout what my life could’ve been

 

Don’t stay awake at night

Counting the possibilities on stars

Cause one day they’ll fall to the ground and die

But you’ll be there for yourself still