Rittenhouse

Tell me all about the last three years and what they meant
Was this ever about us or was it me, my friend?
Did you ever stop to think that maybe I had got inside your head
With all the promises and pretty things I said
I'd never let you go

Let's put down the gloves
Let's not take this any further than right here
For you, my dear
Let's clean up the mess
Let's start right back where we left
Pick up right here
With you, my dear

Tell me all about the last three months and where you went
do you ever think of us or how things could've been?
You know I bear the weight of everything I let inside my head
But I hope you know I meant everything I said
I'd never let you go
I'd let you walk away