Pixie ​mixed matches

[Verse]
I would take apart my head
I’ll leave it up on the counter
You say that I shouldn't

I try to say okay
I’m reluctant to a counter
I’m glad that you know so

(Ooh, ooh)

Compassionate with fools
I admire what you're doing
I'll know that I couldn't

If you say that it’s here
Then I'll take you on your offer
I'll talk ‘bout it with you

And I know time gathers on and
I saw you for what you were
I thought that it would be something I’d felt
I figured I'd see you there

I think you're in my head
And I think that you’re in mine and
I hope that it's okay