Everything in Between
Embracing the Bittersweet Symphony of Love: Everything in Between
Lyrics
It's always when the street lights are blinking red
The moments of intensity or significant events often occur when caution or warnings are evident.
It's only when you're the only thing in my head
Only in moments of focus solely on you, my thoughts are consumed by you.
I don't know how you know but you know when I'm too far gone
Despite my unawareness, you sense when I've reached a point of no return emotionally.
It's always right when I wanna do something wrong
Right at the juncture where I'm inclined to make poor choices.
I hate when you call but I answer again
Despite disliking your calls, I still respond involuntarily.
You don't give a damn that it's 2 AM
Your disregard for the late hour (2 AM) shows a lack of concern.
'Tween the, baby, I need you, I wanna be closer
I crave closeness with you, but it's a struggle, juxtaposed with truth and reality in the morning.
The truth in the morning, the moment it's over
The truth becomes apparent in the morning after the intimate moment is over.
It's the moonlight and the rattle of you knocking on the door
The ambiance of the night and the sound of your arrival are significant.
I wind up breaking out a bottle, then it's cotton on the floor
These moments often lead to indulging in alcohol, and then there's a mess.
It's the drinking, it's the touching, it's the lying, it's the sting
Drinking, physical contact, dishonesty, and the emotional pain form a cycle.
It kills me when you leave, I hate how it starts, I hate how it ends
Your departure hurts; the cycle's beginning and end are painful.
But I love everything, everything in between
Despite the turmoil, I cherish every aspect of this tumultuous relationship.
I'm always just a place where you can crash
I'm always available for you, but I'm merely a temporary refuge.
All you leave is your lipstick on a glass
Your mark, symbolized by lipstick on a glass, is the only thing you leave behind.
Yeah, the middle of the night is never enough
Our encounters in the middle of the night aren't sufficient, but they keep me holding on.
But it's enough to keep me hanging on
These moments, though insufficient, are enough for me to remain attached.
So I play along as long as you let me
I comply and continue as long as you permit me to.
I hate when you call but I answer again
(Reiteration) Despite disliking your calls, I still respond involuntarily.
You don't give a damn that it's 2 Am
(Reiteration) Your disregard for the late hour (2 AM) shows a lack of concern.
'Tween the, baby, I need you, I wanna be closer
(Reiteration) I crave closeness with you, but it's a struggle, juxtaposed with truth and reality in the morning.
The truth in the morning, the moment it's over
(Reiteration) The truth becomes apparent in the morning after the intimate moment is over.
It's the moonlight and the rattle of you knocking on the door
(Reiteration) The ambiance of the night and the sound of your arrival are significant.
I wind up breaking out a bottle, then it's cotton on the floor
(Reiteration) These moments often lead to indulging in alcohol, and then there's a mess.
It's the drinking, it's the touching, it's the lying, it's the sting
(Reiteration) Drinking, physical contact, dishonesty, and the emotional pain form a cycle.
It kills me when you leave, I hate how it starts, I hate how it ends
(Reiteration) Your departure hurts; the cycle's beginning and end are painful.
But I love everything, everything in between
(Reiteration) Despite the turmoil, I cherish every aspect of this tumultuous relationship.
Yeah, it's the moonlight and the rattle of you knocking on the door
(Reiteration) The ambiance of the night and the sound of your arrival are significant.
I wind up breaking out a bottle, then it's cotton on the floor
(Reiteration) These moments often lead to indulging in alcohol, and then there's a mess.
It's the drinking, it's the touching, it's the lying, it's the sting
(Reiteration) Drinking, physical contact, dishonesty, and the emotional pain form a cycle.
It kills me when you leave, I hate how it starts, I hate how it ends
(Reiteration) Your departure hurts; the cycle's beginning and end are painful.
But I love everything, everything in between
(Reiteration) Despite the turmoil, I cherish every aspect of this tumultuous relationship.
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