If We’re Being Honest

[Verse 1]
You called me up in August
Said, “meet me at the chapel pines”
Just to feel American
“Bury me in orbit, marry me on 565”

[Chorus]
Yeah, that was just adrenaline
You’re probably right, if we’re being honest

[Verse 2]
Isn’t it ironic how I’m kind of falling out of time?
It’s messing with my serotonin
So call me back in August
On the eleventh, I’ll be twenty-nine
I appreciate the sentiment

[Chorus]
But honestly, I
If we’re being honest
I should’ve said my own goodbye
And honestly, I
If we’re being modest
I could’ve let my feelings slide
Yeah, you’re probably right
If we’re being honest
[Instrumental breaks and cascades]

[Outro]
I feel shallow
If I could, I’d make it all come back
And I would stay a while longer
Feel shallow
If I could, someday I’d like to say “I’m letting go”
I feel shallow
If I could, someday I'd like to say "I'm letting go