Rittenhouse

Tell me all about the last three years and what they meant

Was this ever about us or was it me, my friend?

Did you ever stop to think that maybe I had got inside your head

With all the promises and pretty things I said

I'd never let you go

Let's put down the gloves

Let's not take this any further than right here

For you, my dear

Let's clean up the mess

Let's start right back where we left

Pick up right here

With you, my dear

Tell me all about the last three months and where you went

do you ever think of us or how things could've been?

You know I bear the weight of everything I let inside my head

But I hope you know I meant everything I said

I'd never let you go

I'd let you walk away