Close to You - Frank Ocean

I will be honest, I wasn’t devastated

But you could’ve held my hand through this, baby

In my mind, I didn’t need

Warned your ex

I run my hands through what’s left

But we’re getting older, baby

How much longer baby?

Why am I preaching?

To this choir, to the saved kids

Just like mine versions of these belong to you

After a while

They’re keeping me close to you

(Just like me, they long to be

Close to you)