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