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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Pursley
Peter Pursley
Songwriter
Connor Ian Cohen
Connor Ian Cohen
Songwriter

Lyrics

Oh my god, mhm am I out of luck?
Tried to stop but couldn't get enough.
In the deep end,
trying to keep my head above the water,
sinking down... down.
I'm in bed, but can't sleep.
In my head, shit gets deep.
So instead, I'll just keep,
Myself from coming undone.
I don't know, what went wrong.
But I wrote you this song.
In the hopes, it prolongs.
What's probably over by now.
I still hear your voice, on the other line.
And we made our choice, we can't go back in time.
There are so, many things, that I want you to say.
But my phone doesn't ring, and I guess it's better this way.
Guess I should have headed the warning,
Guess I should have moved on with someone new,
But I'd rather be in the storm, than in the calm without you.
I remember the night,
late December, the lights.
When the ember ignites,
the moment everything changed.
All the time that we shared.
You were mine, now I'm scared.
That I'll find, you don't care.
About the life we had.
I still hear your voice, on the other line.
And we made our choice, we can't go back in time.
There are so, many things, that I want you to say.
But my phone doesn't ring, and I guess it's better this way.
Guess I should have headed the warning,
Guess I should have moved on with someone new,
But I'd rather be in the storm, than in the calm without you.
Without you...
Don't know what we'll feel in the morning,
maybe you'll be leaving me sad and blue.
But I'd rather be in the storm, than in the calm without you.
I still hear your voice, on the other line.
And we made our choice, we can't go back in time.
There are so, many things, that I want you to say.
But my phone doesn't ring, and I guess it's better this way.
Guess I should have headed the warning,
Guess I should have moved on with someone new,
But I'd rather be in the storm, than in the calm without you.
Without you...
I still hear your voice, on the other line.
And we made our choice, we can't go back in time.
There are so, many things, that I want you to say.
But my phone doesn't ring, and I guess it's better this way.
Written by: Connor Ian Cohen, Peter Pursley
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