Concessions Songtext
von Oliver Houston

Okay, but I never went so far as to say I was definitely leaving (or that I definitely wanted to stay)
Changing your mind is alright, right? No way
Do you ever wish you were gone for a day?
Or forever if you needed, like you never said you needed a thing
What are my options at the end of the day?
Suggested study in dichotomies: smothered with promise
Or lacking for change-picking from poison
Okay, so maybe I′d rather leave that rotten apple where it ought to be
And relieve myself of making do with make believe-like it "never meant" a thing to me