fear.

fear. fear of missing out on you and me.

fear. fear that you don't want my jealousy.

fear. fear that we could never turn back time.

this wasn't my design, maybe I shouldn't have drawn the line.

maybe i should've just kept you mine and everything would've been fine,

but i remember i saw the signs of that neutral future kind

and i just couldn't—why am i lyin'?...

truth is got tired of tryin'.

iron stopped sharpenin' iron.

got bored so i got to firin'.

rentin' time instead of buyin' and now what?

now i'm nervous to hit your line.

i ask my friends to make sure you're fine.

i try to fight it but feel inclined,

to know if you miss being mine.

fear.