You Don't Wanna Feed the Fire Anymore

Close to August, summer's almost gone I'm not flawless, death of what you thought You don't wanna feed the fire anymore So breach the floodgates, soak me to the core Baby come back, baby come back, baby come back Cut me some slack, I feel so bad, baby come back And it might make sense to me, eventually... Deep in August, waiting for the cold I'm done with progress, lost in Baltimore The day will come, I'll feel alive, so I'm told But if I'm honest, but if I'm honest, I just wanna fold Baby come back, baby come back, baby come back Cut me some slack, I feel so bad, baby come back And it might make sense to me, eventually... I tried my hardest, can't make it ok Flat on my back and I feel so ashamed, no We talk anyway And still won't hang up when there's nothing to say Holding my breath and you're so far away I can't relax so Baby come back, baby come back Cut me some slack, I feel so bad, baby come back Baby come back, baby come back Cut me some slack, I feel so bad, baby come back

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