Gold Revere - 11:11 Lyrics

I don't wanna waste my time
I don't wanna hear your lies
So I start attacking
Overreacting
Now I gotta apologize
Swallowing all my pride
I'm so out of practice
And you're so distracting
You're so attractive
Tell me if you feel inclined
When you realize that
I'm all in
Don't try to hide
What you feel inside
And you don't even know this now
But I notice how you
Can't seem to win
I don't doubt
I could turn that around
Leven eleven on my clock
Should I call or should I not?
I can feel my heart begin to stop
As our bodies start to rock
And it's all going to plan
You got me in the palm of your hand
At the gates of heaven I stand
Not sure how to get in
And I don't wanna need ya
But I'm starting
To think about you all the time
I can feel it
You can feel it too
Oh this state of mind
Its a torture I'm assigned
On a death bed still alive
And I'm making my way to the light
Its a matter of time
Till we send our love to die
But your looks at me imply
That you're making up your mind
If you feel inclined
When you realize that
I'm all in
Don't try to hide
What you feel inside
And you don't even know this now
But I notice
You take less than you give
Still linin up and
Making promises
Leven eleven on my clock
Should I call or should I not?
I can feel my heart begin to stop
As our bodies start to rock

I don't wanna waste my time
I don't wanna hear your lies
So I start attacking
Overreacting
Now I gotta apologize
Swallowing all my pride
I'm so out of practice
And you're so distracting
You're so attractive
Tell me if you feel inclined
When you realize that
I'm all in
Don't try to hide
What you feel inside
And you don't even know this now
But I notice how you
Can't seem to win
I don't doubt
I could turn that around
Leven eleven on my clock
Should I call or should I not?
I can feel my heart begin to stop
As our bodies start to rock
And it's all going to plan
You got me in the palm of your hand
At the gates of heaven I stand
Not sure how to get in
And I don't wanna need ya
But I'm starting
To think about you all the time
I can feel it
You can feel it too
Oh this state of mind
Its a torture I'm assigned
On a death bed still alive
And I'm making my way to the light
Its a matter of time
Till we send our love to die
But your looks at me imply
That you're making up your mind
If you feel inclined
When you realize that
I'm all in
Don't try to hide
What you feel inside
And you don't even know this now
But I notice
You take less than you give
Still linin up and
Making promises
Leven eleven on my clock
Should I call or should I not?
I can feel my heart begin to stop
As our bodies start to rock