Tom Grennan - Make My Mind Up

I'm breathing on the windowpane
And I'm tryna draw a picture, but it's all just twisted shapes
A haze of us, don't make no sense
I'm fighting with the voices that live inside my head
Asking am I good for you?
Are you good for me?
Guess that's the golden question
And the answers don't come cheap
Wish somebody'd make my mind up
Oh, don't leave me in charge of my own heart
'Cause I don't know what I want from love
This tug-of-war is pulling me apart
God knows I've changed it enough