I can see your breath in the window written I'm sorry
You're fogging up friendship
I don't want to say it back

Do you need this stress or a symbol?
I don't know probably

The fate of my conscience
Never thought much of that

It could be easier to drive you back
Like I'm Jason Statham
Do I know how to keep it all intact?
No

I think I'm dying in the subtlety
Lying about the worst of me
I just want to stay on track
Crying like it hurts to be what we wanted initially
Why don't you just cut some slack?

Like peaches, apple pie, or strawberry cream
It's like you haven't tasted pain or suffering

To drive it home in words easily explained
Love is just a passion with a four-letter name

It could be easier to make you mad
Just need a little more pressure
Indecision couldn't make you crack
Like it was now or never
Would you pretend to see the pain I lack?
Just for the simple pleasure
Could make a movie out of the laughs we had

I think I'm dying in the subtlety
Lying about the worst of me
I just want to stay on track
Crying like it hurts to be what we wanted initially
Why don't you just cut some slack?