paroles de chanson Art of Pretending - Brooke Williams

Every time you touch me
Hand on my hip
But I'm not feeling nothing
Turning out the lights, say
I love you but I
Don't know if I mean it

You used to make me feel alive, so alive
And we're way too young for love to die

Maybe we should face it
Maybe it's just the art of pretending
We're doing
This language is dangerous
When it comes to us
Speak it too much
I think
We're getting good at the art of pretending

Would these covers feel cold
Without you here 'cause
Honestly I don't know
Pressure's got a tight hold
This don't feel right
But we don't want to let go

You used to make me feel alive, so alive
And we're way too young for love to die

Maybe we should face it
Maybe it's just the art of pretending
We're doing
This language is dangerous
When it comes to us
Speak it too much
We're fluent
We been acting cautious
Feelings make me nauseous
I think we'd be happier on our own
This language is dangerous
When it comes to us
Speak it too much
I think
We're getting good at the art of pretending

You used to make me feel alive so alive
And we're way too young for love to die
Oh, you used to make me feel alive so alive
And we're way too young for love to die

Maybe we should face it
Maybe it's just the art of pretending
We're doing
This language is dangerous
When it comes to us
Speak it too much
We're fluent
We been acting cautious
Feelings make me nauseous
I think we'd be happier on our own
This language is dangerous
When it comes to us
Speak it too much
I think
We're getting good at the art of pretending