Dying in the Subtlety - Cautious Clay

I can see your breath in the window

Written I'm sorry

You're fogging up friendship

I don't want to say it back

Do I need this stress or a symbol?

I don't know probably

The fate of my conscience

Never thought much of that

Could be easier to drive you mad

Like I'm Jason Statham

Do I know how to keep it all intact?

No

I think I'm dying in the subtlety

Lying 'bout the worst of me

I just wanna stay on track

Crying like it hurts to be

What we wanted initially

Why don't you just cut some slack?

Like peaches, apple pie, or strawberry cream

It's like you haven't tasted pain and suffering

To drive it home in words easily explained

Love is just a passion with a four-letter name

It could be easier to make you mad

Just need a little more pressure

The indecision couldn't make you crack

Like it was now or never

Would you pretend to see the pain I lack?

Just for the simple pleasure

Could make a movie out of the laughs we had

I think I'm dying in the subtlety

Lying 'bout the worst of me

I just wanna stay on track (I just wanna stay on track)

Crying like it hurts to be what we wanted initially

Why don't you just cut some slack?