Cuffing Season

Settling
Frown lines
Sometimes I forget you’re mine
Hesitant
To commit
I don’t want to waste my time
But that’s not love
That’s not love
Maybe we are getting too close (Woo-ooh-ooh)
Paranoid permanence is just an empty promise
Sometimes I like being on my own
I’m afraid of winding up alone
Feelings fade
Into fear
When you’re mentally not here
Sometimes doubt
Reappears
Everything’s become unclear
But that’s not love
That’s not love
Maybe we are getting too close (Woo-ooh-ooh)
Paranoid permanence is just an empty promise
Sometimes I like being on my own
I’m afraid of winding up alone
Maybe we are getting too close (Woo-ooh-ooh)
Paranoid permanence is just an empty promise
Sometimes I like being on my own
I’m afraid of winding up alone
But that’s not love
But that’s not love