We’ll both pretend that everything is fine
Until the morning time
When light cuts through the shadows where we hid
We shadow box the morning light
With covers in our hands too tight
We curse away the sight of our mistake

And oh, it’s catching up
And oh, it’s catching up with us

We all pretend we’re making it
‘Cause we can’t admit we’re faking it
Keeping all our struggles out of sight
We’ll cover up just one more time
The sin we hope nobody finds
We tiptoe to the line of our mistakes

Chorus

Oh, we need more time…
Oh, we need more time…

My drug of choice is detectable
But my sickness isn’t catchable
‘Cause all of us are sick with what I have
I’m sick with self and sick from pride
I’m sick of all the times I’ve lied
I’ve struggled and I’ve tried to be all right
But oh, it’s catching up
And oh, it’s catching up with us

Chorus

(Chris Sligh/Tony Wood) ©2010 Universal Music - Brentwood Benson Songs (BMI) / Kindacrazy Music (BMI) (All rights for the world obo Kindacrazy Music adm. by Universal Music - Brentwood Benson Songs) / New Spring, Row J, Seat 9 Songs (ASCAP) (All rights for the world obo Row J, Seat 9 Songs adm. by New Spring)