Cynic

Got caught up in your moonlight Stayed drinking till the sunrise, now half past noon Up again with the weight of the space that you left in my head Hit me on my blindside Still settling the wake of the path we drew Felt the same, but I guess In a way, it was all up to you I guess I should've let you go Now that the city's getting cold Another cynic in the room What else is there to do? Keep all of me for you And don't you spare me the truth Still shadowing your spotlight I'm feeling for the words that I had for you God I hate how this works It's okay, in the worst I'm a wreck Sinking into fall nights I'm telling all my friends, like I've got to prove All the things that I left In the same, don't connect Back to you I guess I should've let you go Now that the city's getting cold Another cynic in the room What else is there to do? Keep all of me for you I guess I should've let you go Now that the city's getting cold Another cynic in the room What else is there to do? Keep all of me for you And don't you spare me the truth