Holding Your Request

You call me up last Tuesday. Said you need a little space. But your clothes are in my bathroom, And your smell is on my pillowcase. I'm not mad, just confused now. Don't know what you want from me. You say go, but then you show up At my door past midnight faithfully. Maybe I should let you figure out What's really going on inside. But every time I try to walk away, You pull me back into the ride. I'm holding your request Like a letter I can't send. You want me close but not too close. You wanna start but never end. Mm, Mm. I'm holding your request In the palm of my hand. Trying to read between the words. Trying to understand. S-S-S- Sunday morning, you're still sleeping in the shirt You wore last night. I made breakfast, watched you dreaming, wondering if This feels right. You wake up, kiss my shoulder like we never Had that talk. Then you leave without a promise, And I'm left here on the clock. Maybe I should let you figure out What's really going on inside. But every time I try to walk away, You pull me back into the ride. I'm holding your request Like a letter I can't send. You want me close but not too close. You wanna start but never end. Mm, Mm. I'm holding your request In the palm of my hand. Trying to read between the words. Trying to understand. Oh. I could make this easy. Tell you what you need to hear. But something keeps me honest, Even when it's not so clear. I'm holding your request Like a letter I can't send. Like a letter I can't send. You want me close but not too close. You wanna start but never end. Mm, mm. I'm holding your request, ooh, In the palm of my hand. Trying to read between the words. Trying to understand. Yeah, I'm holding on to your request. Holding on.