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Julia Ellen Armitage
Julia Ellen Armitage
Songwriter

Texty

I knew you were trouble, I knew
Could've pinned it on those baby blues
Spotted me from across the room made me your prey
And you knew I saw you coming, and I knew I should start running
Every lying siren set off in my brain
But I've moved on,
It's alright, it's okay
Dodged about a thousand bullets, who am i to complain?
But when I see her crying
I can't help but tying
Her demise to my escape
If it wasn't her than it would've been me
Legs crossed, sitting pretty in your passenger seat
Smoking in your bedroom with the windows down
Praying people walking by don't hear you yelling out
To your friends who never liked me who right next door
Talking bad about the people that you know that I adore
Look back on that night when we almost kissed
Look up at the stars thank God Cupid missed
I'm hearing all her stories
She's telling all the boys
That may replace you
Stand her up and then
Act like a big man
And make her chase you
And I try to mind my business, try to stay in my lane
Too many maybe-what-ifs might just drive you insane
But when I hear her speaking
I know that I have beaten
All odds, and she's to blame
If it wasn't her then it would've been me
Leaving dinner all alone, crying out on the street
Screaming on the phone knowing you aren't listenin'
Trying to untangle all the webs that you're spinnin'
Your friends that never liked me who all laugh too loud
In a bar screaming everything nobody cares about
Look back on that night when we almost kissed
I look up at the stars and thank God Cupid missed
And it's just my luck
You don't come with a warning sign
Just a pretty six foot frame
And those perfect tailored lines
But it seems my luck
That this time I have been spared
While I made my escape you roped her right in with that stare
If it wasn't her, I'd be calling home
Crying to my mama bout the girls in your phone
Become a detective, tying up loose ends
Investigating everyone you said were just friends
Looking the mirror knowing it won't work
But swearing up and down you're worth the heartache and hurt
I look back on that night when we almost kissed
Look up at the stars and thank God Cupid missed
Thank God
Woah
Written by: Julia Ellen Armitage
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