Good at Giving Reasons

Bad at goodbyes, good at giving me reasons (yeah)

To let the clock spin out of season

You've got your keys

already in your hand

But we both know

that wasn't what you planned

Catching the atmosphere,

the room is warm and slow

We change the subject again,

nowhere left to go

Such an excellent technique

Making a move without a word to speak (shh)

Bad at goodbyes, good at giving me reasons

(yeah) To let the clock spin out of season We spend the

evening just holding our breathing

Reaching for what we are leaving

(reaching so high)

We draw a circle with the

words we trace

Never quite stepping out of this safe space (haha)

You say it's late but you make no move to leave A

little push and pull we both believe

It's a beautiful delay

Watching the shadows gently fade away

Bad at goodbyes, good at giving me reasons...

...reasons (oh reasons) To let the clock spin out of season

We spend the evening just holding our breathing

Reaching for what we are leaving (holding on)

Giving me reasons (so bad at goodbyes)

Giving me reasons (yeah)