Tepid - Intellectual

There’s she’s stands with my heart on her shoulders

Weighed down by the size of my love

There she stands I’m trying to hold her

But it feels like I'm never enough

We met in the season of breaking and bleeding

Of tearing ourselves apart

And I’m so used to bleeding

Accustomed to grieving I don’t think I have a heart

Hey...

I don’t think I have a heart

Tepid lover

Tell mе, what you gone do

Am I your friend or your sister?

Tеll me, what you want do

I see all your signals

So tell me, what you gone do

Either hold me or leave me

But you need to tell me what you gone do

I've got a lot to do

I feel like I'm chained to you

And whenever I lift myself up from you

I get stuck anew

This talk is way overdo

I'm facing your ridicule

Juggling my inadequacies

It's a contagious disease by many degrees

Tepid lover

Tell me, what you gone do

Am I your friend or your sister?

Tell me, what you want do

I see all your signals

So tell me, what you gone do

Either hold me or leave me

But you need to tell me what you gone do

I need to simplify you

Tell me what you gone do

I need to simplify you

Tell me what you gone do

I need to simplify you

Tell me what you gone do

I need to simplify you, you, you, you

I need to simplify you

Simplify you