i’m not used to being loved this way
i think i know what’s good for me
that’s all i have to say

i’m afraid, maybe
of losing what we have
i’m not used to being loved this way

my heart longs for company
whispers to the fear in my head
that’s all i have to say

how can i feel sure about love
when it makes me unsure, too
i’m not used to being loved this way

my pain is temporary, though it still aches
you were my saving grace
that’s all i have to say

those three words can heal but
i’m not used to being loved this way
that’s all i have to say