Out of Time (ft Wrabel)

Baby, you used to linger on my lips, on my fingers
Don’t know why, why you quit
Said, babe, when did the sugar on your tongue turn bitter?
Oh, no, no, no, no

Lately, when I’m crying
Not the one I call
How could I confide?
The reason for it all
Even in
So much empty space
Don’t know how to break up
Don’t know how to stay

I get the feeling
Get the feeling, get the feeling
That we’re running outta time
That we’re running outta time
I get the feeling
Get the feeling, get the feeling
That we’re running outta time
That we’re running outta time

Hey, you used to hang on every word I would say
Don’t know when, when you turned your face
Never knew quiet could feel so cruel
We’re slowly die

Lately when I’m talking
I don’t talk to you
It’s not a conversation
You’re not in the room
In my own apartment
So much empty space
Don’t know how to break up
Don’t know how to stay

I get the feeling
That we’re running outta time
That we’re running outta time
I get the feeling
Get the feeling, get the feeling
That we’re running outta time
That we’re running outta time
That we’re running outta time

That we’re running outta time

How many times can we break this love?
How many times can we save this love?
How many times can we do this love?
Oh, yeah
How many times can we fuck this up?
How many times can we not give up?
How many times can we do this love?

I get the feeling
That we’re running outta time
That we’re running outta time
I get the feeling
Get the feeling, get the feeling
That we’re running outta time
That we’re running outta time
That we’re running outta time

That we’re running outta time