Texty

Sawdust on the floors Wooden tables Cigarettes put out in plastic cups No matter how much I drink in here It never seems to get me drunk The bathroom in the back Is out of service Go take a piss out in the parking lot I used to run this town when I played for a beer Didn't care if you loved me or not Now you don't come around Say it feels different Like something bad has moved in you I feel gone, I feel sad I wanna hold you like I used to do You used to be mine, baby Wrapped up in neon blue Torn up, old, blue jeans Gambling machines We'd go two-step when I ran out of change No matter how much I'd step on your feet Never know it by seeing your face But now you don't come and dance Moves feel different Like I forgot how to count one and two I feel gone, I feel sad I wanna hold you like I used to do You used to be mine, baby Wrapped up in neon blue Heartbreak, old songs Talking to strangers just to get along One more last call, then it's always time to go Funny how dark it seems Funny how dark it seems Funny how dark it seems without you Make that neon glow
Writer(s): Mariel Buckley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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