Gracie Abrams I Told You Things

I told you things that I never said You're the golden boy and my worst regret So I cut the cost and I limit feeling You were all at once 'til the fade to black Took your cigarettes and poems back You were in my hands, now you're on my ceiling But how's the city been? You get recognized at the local bar By the drunken guys And the starlet girls, they claw for pieces Do you give a few? Do you like that? Do you freak out or get sad? Do you go home, or am I reaching? Hey, wait, guess what? Yestеrday I stopped and played it safe Instеad of walking straight to you to say Stay, nevermind, okay Don't mean it, plus you've changed Not much, but just enough to throw away Fake fantasies and games I've lost a year, it's strange Composed a hundred ways to tell you Hey, what if I took your call as more than just a call? As writing on the walls? You built this cage Lost color in my face, you're fearing I'm insane Hallucination, shame, guilt, pain, more pain (Don't let them know we're in pain) More pain (Don't let them know we're in pain) More pain (Don't let them know we're in pain) More pain (Ah) I told you things that I never said To anybody else, I regret them But I'll pack it up and practice leaving (Mm) You were all at once 'til the fade to black 'Til the yellow glow turned a little sad You were in my hands, but you're good at leaving