Maybe

I've had a shirt since I was 12 years old It's soft as a kitten but it's full of holes Last time I put it on the shoulder tore Keep it around for sentimental reasons No matter the date, time or season I don't seem to wear it much anymore Sometimes we hold on to something past its use Because it's easier not to face the truth And so we tell ourselves excuse after excuse And baby, maybe I'm that shirt for you Life's a long and winding road But it feels our pace has slowed And the reason why is I'm slowing you down Right now we're still treading water But things keep getting harder And what if holding on makes us drown I'd do anything for you to survive And if without me you would stay alive And so for you I would gladly take the dive Cause maybe, baby, I'm the death of you So I tell myself nothing's wrong And hide the worry in a song And put the lyrics up on the highest shelf But you of course know me so well Know every movement, every tell And it's hard keeping all this to myself But it's a feeling in the gut, in the bone It's a buzzing just behind the normal tone And my mind can't leave it the hell alone Cause maybe, baby, I should let go of you Even though you never ask me to Maybe, baby, it's the best thing to do