Put on my running gear
I knew that this was coming, I
Picked up my phone and called my favorite
I knew I had to sit you down
But sitting you down could not prepare you for another night like this
We made a promise that we always would be honest, I
Never thought that I would break again
Circled Hall and Park
Called when I came back and sat you down
For yet another night like this

I wish we could play the fools again

Each word is a cut that I see coming, I
Clench my fists as I'm inflicting them
And now I'm running out of parts that I can play
Not the hero, not the dodger, not the preacher's son
You ask me why I'd wanna break the very thing I love the most
You knew I couldn't answer plainly
Then you knelt down on the ground like you were drawing in the sand
And I surrender, I surrender now

I wish we could play the fools again
Go back, or just skip to the end
I wish we could play the fools again

How could you not?

On the floor we painted white
You're picking up the pieces
Reminding me of love and what we would look like without it
It's not a problem that is yours to fix
As this pours into your life
The streetlights on and off again
Enough is enough is enough
Will it someday be enough?

I wish we could play the fools again
Go back, or just skip to the end
I wish we could play the fools again

How could you not
Blame me?
How could you not
Blame me?
How could you not?
How could you not?
How could you not?

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Writer(s): Blake Matthew Simon Mills, Julia Michaels, Marcus Oliver Johnstone Mumford