When all of my words are said and there's nothing left to say from the long nights of decisions neither of us were ready to face or the early mornings i sat and thought and tried to contemplate whether or not I should end it If the sunset had something else to say. Should I just wait for the stars to convince me we're right if i know the sun will convince me otherwise? You held my hand and gave me space told me you'd wait if waiting is something I'd fake And I won't lie I'll probably miss you every night But by the time the sun comes up and burns my eyes I'll remember why I decided we aren't right. Either way, I'll push what i want aside because its not fair to you that I can't make up my mind. So I'll end it now while I still can tell you that I feel nothing not even when you're squeezing my hand And when the sun goes down and all that I'm left with are the stars I'll hold myself back from calling you Because I've seen how this all ends And I'm not ready to watch it begin