Can I get a minute of your time?
Got a few things running my mind.

Constellations on my skin
like maps of places I've never been.
Your voice is a tide that pulls me in.

Feels like a game of give and take.
I promise I would not make the same mistakes.
Fingertips just lines of fate
Time wewrite them as I wait.
Your choice, but it's not all up to fate

Why'd we go ahead
let it go like that?
keep circling again
and again and again.
Try to make it work.
only ended up for worse.
But do you think we just got in our heads

Standing still is easier
when you're used to flame or water.
There's a pattern in the quiet.
If you squint, it goes away,
but it comes back when you're tired
and you pull yourself away.

There's constellations on my skin,
of maps, of places I've never been.
Your voice a tide that pulls me in.

Why'd we go ahead
let it go like that?
keep circling again
and again and again.
Try to make it work.
only ended up for worse.
But do you think we just got in our heads

Try to make it work.
only ended up for worse.
But do you think we just got in our heads

Do you think we just got in our heads?