Pretty Slowly Benson Boone 

Oh I remember how you were
You were every shade of perfect
And then the colors blurred
You’ll never love me like you did,
You’ll never love,
You’ll never love me like you did

And I see your ghost from time to time
When I’m driving through the Rockies
And I feel this little knife in my heart
And it bleeds me out
Don't want to love you
Don't want to love you now

Oh how come all the best things fall apart
And it started pretty slowly
Oh when you asked about the old me
Oh, is he gone?
Oh, is he gone?
Oh i don’t know
I think I left him somewhere
I no longer go
And I watch you run away now
From all the lovely things we hate now
Where did we go?
Where did we go?
Oh I don't know
But I know
It feels like somewhere far away from home
And it’s falling into pieces
No, there's not a way
That we can stop this now

One thousand miles an hour
We’re driving off the edge
And darling now
There's nothing left
And it started out so slowly

Oh as I lay here by myself
And it’s 4am I wonder
Did I put you through hell?
Oh no,
I need to know if you’re okay
I want to know, I need to know
If you’re okay
mmmm,
And, I hope you that you’re
So damn sure
That Leaving me was right
Best thing you ever did
It was leaving me behind
Woo ooo ooo
I couldn't blame you if I tried
I guess even the best things fall apart

And it started pretty slowly
Oh when you asked about the old me
Oh, is he gone?
Oh, is he gone?
Oh I don’t know
I think I left him somewhere
I no longer go
And I watch you run away now
From all the lovely things we hate now
Where did we go?
Where did we go?
Oh I don't know
But I know it feels
Like somewhere far away from home
And it’s falling into pieces
No, there's not a way
That we can stop this now
One thousand miles an hour
We’re driving off the edge
And darling now
there’s nothing left

Somewhere deep in you
Somewhere deep in me
Oh there’s still two lovers
So who the hell are we?

When I look at you,
And, When you look at me
Oh there’s still two lovers so who the hell are we?
When I look at you
And when you look at me
Oh there's still two lovers
So who the hell are we?

When I look at you,
And, when you look at me,
Oh there’s still two lovers so who the hell are we?

Who the hell are we?
Oh, who the hell are we?