Cycle Of Us

My lungs were burning, sitting outside at 4 in the morning

Thinkin' we've really done it now, both of us yelling out loud

Now fast-forward to a night in February

And you said that you're cold and you miss my warmth

You didn't have to say no more

You give me all of you, and I give you all of me, until

We're back falling apart, slamming doors in my car

Going to bed with beat-up hearts

Then I'm getting over you, until you say that you miss me too

But darling, I guess that's just

The same old cycle of us