[ Featuring Medha Sahi, NEXA Music ]
The television's talkin' in the background, Yet another sitcom,
You walk into my kitchen in your raincoat And I know you're a tickin' bomb. Stiffening my body and my heartbeat's Quickening again,
Runnin through the day to day in my head, Baby what'd I do wrong?
If you pick a fight, my love,
I guess I'll brace for combat,
But if you pick apart my love,
Imma leave you there and never come back.
Baby save your words
I know they're rehearsed,
This is not the first
Time I've seen you at your worst.
Circling around you on my toes now,
Even on the good days,
I'm losing my vocabulary baby,
Cause I don't know what I can say.
I'm waiting till the moment you go out late
Just to take a breath,
But I can feel the pressure on my lungs when you Walk in through the doorway.
If you pick a fight, my love,
I guess I'll brace for combat,
But if you pick apart my love,
Imma leave you there and never come back. Baby save your words
I know they're rehearsed,
This is not the first
Time I've seen you at your worst.
Why do we go on when it seems so wrong It has been too long since you
Laughed through the night
Held me tight and
Said it's alright
We got time but
If we got time
If we got time
Why do we spend it fighting Baby save your words
I know they're rehearsed,
This is not the first
Time I've seen you at your worst
