Letra de If We’re Being Honest

You called me up in August Said “meet me at the chapel pines” Just to feel American “Bury me in orbit Marry me on 565” - yeah, that was just adrenaline You’re probably right, if we’re being honest Isn’t it ironic How I’m kind of falling out of time? It’s messing with my serotonin So call me back in August On the 11th I’ll be 29 I appreciate the sentiment But honestly I If we’re being honest Should’ve said my own goodbye And honestly I If we’re being modest Could’ve let my feelings slide Yeah, you’re probably right, if we’re being honest I feel shallow If I could, I’d make it all come back and I would stay a while longer If I could, someday I’d like to say “I’m letting go”