I could talk 'til my face turns blue
But do I have the heart to breakaway and make a change
I could talk the whole night through
Tell you what I'm gonna do
Morning comes and I'm right here with you

My mind is getting tired
I'm stressing and I'm blue
Constant contemplating
What to do with you

Keep saying that I'm leaving
And we know this love can't grow
What's a girl to do?
When she just can't let it go

It's easy to say that you're leaving
But harder to ignore the feeling
We both know we don't want nobody else
So let's stop playing

I could talk 'til my face turns blue
But do I have the heart to breakaway and make a change
I could talk the whole night through
Tell you what I'm gonna do
Morning comes and I'm right here with you

I could talk 'til my face turns blue
But do I have the heart to breakaway and make a change
I could talk the whole night through
Tell you what I'm gonna do
Morning comes and I'm right here with you

And though we keep on trying
Undo the things we do
Head space and distractions
Are keeping me from you

I can't believe that we let all this time go by
And managed to treat each other so unkind
Emotions will dictate the pace
For there are things we can't erase, we can't let it go

It's easy to say that you're leaving
But harder to ignore the feeling
We both know we don't want nobody else
So let's stop playing

I could talk 'til my face turns blue
But do I have the heart to breakaway and make a change
I could talk the whole night through
Tell you what I'm gonna do
Morning comes and I'm right here with you

I could talk 'til my face turns blue
But do I have the heart to breakaway and make a change
I could talk the whole night through
Tell you what I'm gonna do
Morning comes and I'm right here with you

I'm stressing and I'm blue
What's a girl to do?
I'm stressing and I'm blue
But still I'm here with you

It's easy to say that you're leaving
But harder to ignore the feeling
We both know we don't want nobody else
So let's stop playing

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Edouard Maunick, Kelli Smith, Paul Weller