Lyrics

[Verse: Frank Ocean] I'll be honest, I wasn't devastated But you could've held my hand through this, baby Let my mind run underneath warm jets I run my hands through what's left But we're gettin' older, baby Don't have much longer, baby Why am I preachin' to this choir, to this atheist? Just like mine, versions of these belong to you After a while, they're keeping me close to you [Outro: Stevie Wonder] Just like me, they long to be close to you