Texty

I'm sorry, I know that you were hopin' To break something already broken Guess you make it a chance 'Cause we've finished this dance, I'm wasting your time And by the way, you're a shitty dancer I don't wanna say I love you 'Cause that's a little, that's a lot of cliché taboo Eye to eye, got me high Trippin' over my shoes On the concrete, got me sick like the flu Down for the count like one, two, three Everybody's falling in it, everybody but me Wait a minute, wait a minute I got somewhere to be On the concrete, running 'cause I'm out of your league Oh, oh, I just wanna mess up what we have Oh, oh, maybe you should listen to my dad Oh, oh, stop holding onto things you know won't last Leave the past in the past, it's the past, bitch Don't call me, we've already spoken Think you can fix me, are you joking? Down for the count like one, two, three That's a little, that's a lot, too much for me Kinda thoughts on myself like "you plus me" On the sidewalk, uh, that'd be something to see I was looking at my phone, are you on your way? If you wanna book me boy, call CAA I move on fast, I don't really wanna play Get out of my way, get out of my way Oh, oh, I just wanna mess up what we have Oh, oh, maybe you should listen to my dad Oh, oh, stop holding onto things you know won't last Leave the past in the past, it's the past Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na Oh, oh, stop holding onto things you know won't last Leave the past in the past, it's the past bitch
Writer(s): Ryan Rabin, Benjamin Berger, Andrew Mekeal Wessen, Hayley Gene Penner, Claire Rosinkranz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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