6 if you count when I told you and you dragged me along
And I still feel the pain like yesterday
6 if you count when I told you and you dragged me along
And I still feel the pain like yesterday
Lace barely hanging on like your last three apologies
Second chances you were never meant to give
Your a slow song on bad decisions
A bar fight with pouty lips
You never fit inside anything clean
But damn if you’re not a religion anyone would die in
Lace barely hanging on like your last three apologies
Second chances you were never meant to give
Your a slow song on bad decisions
A bar fight with pouty lips
You never fit inside anything clean
But damn if you’re not a religion anyone would die in
Mine are all keyed up.
Mine are all keyed up.
setting your own hours 🫶
doing self employed taxes 😩
setting your own hours 🫶
doing self employed taxes 😩
They don’t love you like I love you
They don’t love you like I love you