.stitches. Frnkiero andthe cellabration

I want what I want
I need what I need
I want what I need
I need what I want
But I'm not what you wanted
But I'm not what you wanted
No, I'm not what you wanted
I'm not what you wanted
Let's go

Hell-bent on slipping away
I felt you slowly turn away
My thoughts go black, it breaks my heart
I ignore your taps on the window sill
I've become attached to where I fell
It's true there's room for you

Although we've still got miles to go
I've forgotten places I used to know
This face gives smiles unjustified
I once was lost but I swear I'm fine
Until the ground holds me in its arms
I'm true, and I'll wait for you

Isn't it obvious I'm a wreck
I set these fires just for you
Isn't it obvious I've calmed down
I saved my breakdowns just for you, for you, for you