Cuffing Season

Sadly
Frown lines
Sometimes I forget you’re mine
Hesitant
To commit
I don’t want to waste my time

But that’s not love
That’s not love

Maybe we are getting too close (woo-ooh-ooh)
Paranoid permanence is just an empty promise
Sometimes I like being on my own
I’m afraid of winding up alone

Feelings fade
Into fear
When you’re mentally not here
Sometimes doubt
Reappears
Everything’s become unclear

But that’s not love
That’s not love

Maybe we are getting too close (woo-ooh-ooh)
Paranoid permanence is just an empty promise
Sometimes I like being on my own
I’m afraid of winding up alone

Maybe we are getting too close (woo-ooh-ooh)
Paranoid permanence is just an empty promise
Sometimes I like being on my own
I’m afraid of winding up alone

But that’s not love
But that’s not love