I'll be the deep end
If you'll be the weekend
I'll be the steep step into your feelings
I know that it hurts feeling your worth
So I'll be the deep end if you'll be the weekend
I'll be the garnish and you'll be the harvest
And I'll watch you move around being honest
You say "kiss me again but not like a lover"
I say "isn't it nice to have a friend who don't blow your cover"
I've got so much to give but I'm saving it
I've got so much to heal but I'm braving it
I've got so much to deal and I'm waving it
I've got so much to feel and I'm hating it
I got sick to my stomach on medicine
I got sick of myself in Los Angeles
I've got things that I want and I'm craving it
I've got so much to give but I'm saving it
I've got 60 seconds to blow it up
I've got 60 seconds to blow it up
I've got 60 seconds to blow it up
I've got 50 seconds to blow it
I'll be your deep end if you'll be my weekend
I'll be your steep step if you'll be my sweet sense
Of relief and liberation
Nowhere an indication of something going wrong
I always get it wrong
I've got 60 seconds to blow it up
I've got 20 seconds to blow it
Relief and liberation, nowhere an indication of something going wrong
I always get it wrong
