Harbour Lights - Saint Street

I’m like a wish bone, broken in two

You took the wish, and part of me, along with you

I did you wrong

That you made clear

But all the confidence that I’d built

You made it disappear

Not that you’d think so

And not that you’d care, though

I’m getting better

I’m not gonna text you

'Cause that’s stressful

Not that you’d think so

And not that you’d care, though

That I’m getting better

And all of the people

That we both knew

I don’t see them anymore, 'cause they stuck with you

I don’t think that you’d take back

All those things that you said

That’s not your style

You just like leaving me with the guilt, instead

Not that you’d think so

And not that you’d care, though

I’m getting btter

I’m not gonna text you

'Cause that’s strssful

Not that you’d think so

And not that you’d care, though

That I’m getting better

I wrote my sorrows in the sand

The waves came and wiped them out

Staring at the harbour lights has got me thinking that in the end

I wasn’t ready, I wasn’t ready, I wasn’t ready, I wasn’t ready, I wasn’t ready,

I wasn’t ready, I wasn’t ready, I wasn’t ready

I wasn’t ready

You wouldn’t think so

I know you wouldn’t care, though

That I’m getting better

And I’m not gonna text you

Harbour lights come on again

Reminding that in the end, I wasn’t ready