Texty

Living on a loop with no strings and no ties No ties You've been covering the fake love, good times Good times I've been sleeping with excuses, the truth is The truth is you lie, you lie Yeah, so I'm gonna run faster than a bullet do So I'm gonna run and if I were you I wouldn't wait up for a late night call You ain't gonna hear from me at all We could be one hundred miles apart And I ain't even gonna write you a postcard If you don't know you should know by now You ain't gonna hold a good one down We could be one hundred miles apart And I ain't even gonna write you a postcard And I ain't even gonna write you a postcard Nothing left to say, it's over, got no words No words Always trying to tame the fire, I got burnt I got burnt No way you deserve the closure, I'm so hurt I'm so hurt You're gonna learn who you should've put first Yeah, so I'm gonna run faster than a bullet do So I'm gonna run and if I were you I wouldn't wait up for a late night call You ain't gonna hear from me at all We could be one hundred miles apart And I ain't even gonna write you a postcard If you don't know you should know by now You ain't gonna hold a good one down We could be one hundred miles apart And I ain't even gonna write you a postcard I ain't even gonna write you a postcard I ain't even gonna write you a postcard I wouldn't wait up for a late night call You ain't gonna hear from me at all We could be one hundred miles apart And I ain't even gonna write you a postcard If you don't know you should know by now You ain't gonna hold a good one down We could be one hundred miles apart And I ain't even gonna write you a postcard And I ain't even gonna write you a postcard And I ain't even gonna write you a postcard
Writer(s): Tom Mann, James John Abrahart, Peter John Rees Rycroft Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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