They got inside my head
Said we were no good
You two were better
Because we never said those three words
I wanted to take things slow
Slow and steady was suppose to win the race
But how come I'm still running
And with every pace my speed declines
Maybe tomorrow will be the day I tell you
Or ask you I guess
I have a lot to say
Important things
But you don't need to fear them, oh no
For its I who fear what will be said on that day
