Sweetness, sweetness never suits me
When I get it out to take you home
Maybe it's love, love at first
Slightly drunk and we're walking with the sun
In our mouth
Worry, worry isn't well
Gonna let it fall tonight from where we stand
What can't be decided
In the morning it will bring itself to you
I can't see what's coming
But I'm not saying it
Sickness, weakness at the fall
Of how you're gonna play it
How long should I stay?
Promises, promises never cease to assist it
And now I'm back on my back
Please bite your words
Hurry, hurry to believe
I can't always trust as much as you deceive
What can't be decided
In the morning it will bring itself to you
I can see what's coming
But I'm not saying it
What's your middle name?
How do you play the game?
I'll be the first to leave
When did I grow up?
I don't want to say too much
I'll be the first to leave
What can't be decided
In the morning it will bring itself to you
What can't be decided
Before you enter thinking maybe it will choose
And I can't see what's coming
I can see what's coming
I can see what's coming
But I'm not saying it
Writer(s): Amy Millan, Patrick Mcgee, Evan Cranley, Christopher Seligman, Torquil Campbell
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