Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Connor L Lucas
Connor L Lucas
Songwriter

Songtexte

It's getting kinda late, I know my coffee's getting cold
I slowly get the feeling you ain't ever coming home
Suddenly you text me that you wanna be alone
I knew there was a reason you weren't picking up the phone
It's getting kinda late, I know my coffee's getting cold
I slowly get the feeling you ain't ever coming home
Suddenly you text me that you wanna be alone
I knew there was a reason you weren't picking up the phone
My vision's getting blurry and my body's going numb
I try to stay composed and do my best to just move on
I find it kinda funny how I thought you were the one
I guess that goes to show that love is just a form of drug
Am I wasting my time
Or is it you wasting mine
I got a hundred real good reasons why I should say goodbye
Yeah, there's many things you try to say to make up my mind
But I'm so sick of the lies
I can't believe the way you even tried
It's getting kinda late, I know my coffee's getting cold
I slowly get the feeling you ain't ever coming home
Suddenly you text me that you wanna be alone
I knew there was a reason you weren't picking up the phone
It's getting kinda late, I know my coffee's getting cold
I slowly get the feeling you ain't ever coming home
Suddenly you text me that you wanna be alone
I knew there was a reason you weren't picking up the phone
Written by: Connor L Lucas
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