Old Selves. - Intellectual

[Instrumental In]

Don’t you know how to let go of someone

Who doesn’t want you no more – it’s nothing personal

I’m just telling you facts, oh

Now that I’ve lost the feeling, your feet in motion

You run and tell it, oh – guess it was bound to happen though..

And it’s a matter of fact, I ain’t saying that –

I hate you, that’s not the issue (mhm)

Where’d you come up with that

Don’t keep looking back – at how we used to be, so

Don’t you know how to quit when it shows

That I’m not in it no more – had enough now I’m out the door

Just being real, oh

I cannot keep believing the lies you’re feeding

Not trying to fall in, no – I just like where I’m at though..