Cuffing Season

Settling, frown lines Sometimes I forget you're mine Hesitant, to commit I don't want to waste my time But that's not love, that's not love Maybe we are getting too close (Woo-ooh-ooh) Paranoid, permanence is just an empty promise Sometimes I like being on my own I'm afraid of winding up alone Feelings fade, into fear When you're mentally not here Sometimes doubt, reappears Everything's become unclear But that's not love, that's not love Maybe we are getting too close (Woo-ooh-ooh) Paranoid, permanence is just an empty promise Sometimes I like being on my own I'm afraid of winding up alone Maybe we are getting too close Paranoid, permanence is just an empty promise Sometimes I like being on my own I'm afraid of winding up alone But that's not love, that's not love