Texty: Hope Partlow. Who We Are. Don't Go.

It's a slow good night
And I just don't know how to feel
He takes his foot of the gas
'Cause we're moving too fast
But I'm the one strapped in behind the wheel

And it's a longer ride
And I'm on an even kill
Till his foots on the brake
Like it's all a mistake
He remembers how he's not suppose to feel

And I say, "I believe this is killing me
Don't go, don't go, yeah"
I say, "I believe this is killing me, don't go"

And if the hardest fight
When all of my armor has pealed
My defenses are down
He retreats without a sound
From the silence his intentions are revealed

And I say, "I believe this is killing me
Don't go, don't go, yeah"
I say, "I believe this is killing me, don't go"
I just don't want you to go
Yeah, I say, "I believe this is killing me"

And maybe I'm just holding onto something
You're not holding onto any longer
I wish that I could let it go and let my senses take control
So we could finally end this war

And I say, "I believe this is killing me
Don't go, don't go, yeah"
I say, "I believe this is killing me, don't go
I just don't want you to go"

I believe this is killing me
Can't believe I should leave him be
I believe this is killing me
Don't go