Sangtekst: Five Times August. Fry Street. Up To Me.

You want to feel loose
You want to feel how I?m abused, I see
You want to get faded
You never want to concentrate on me
I?m too much of an angel
I?m too much of a saint,
Thought I can?t be
I?m too much of reject,
You don?t expect much from

I want to feel safe
I want to feel like I?m not hated too
I want to get closer
I want to feel the most I?d get from you
I?m too much on the rebound,
I?m too much on the ground,
But you can?t be
You?re always getting higher,
You don?t desire me

So what?ve I got to prove?
What?ve I got to lose
When you?re not worth fighting for?
And why am I feeling down
While you?re out messing around?
You?re not worth begging for

Just wanted to stop by
Just wanted to see you one last time
Just wanted to say bye
Just wanted to get you off my mind
Just wanted to fit in
But then I saw you with him

So what?ve I got to prove?
What?ve I got to lose
When you?re not worth fighting for?
And why am I feeling down
While you?re out messing around?
You?re not worth begging for

It's up to me, It's up to me
And I'm still falling
It's up to me, It's up to me
And I'm still calling

(It?s up to me)
And I?m still hoping
For you to hold me
To let you go
But for all you know
I?m already gone