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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brianna Thompson
Brianna Thompson
Songwriter

Lyrics

Drink until we pass out on the couch at your house
It's too loud in here, thoughts unclear
And we're taking all the drinks, slowing blinks
I think it's getting pretty late, can't walk straight
And it's almost time to leave, half past three
I wanna be all alone
My phone keeps ringing but it's not you
Not you
I heard a knock at the door
Cops about, I blacked out
Wake up in a car, going far
I asked them where are we
You'll see, just believe
It'll make you smile, wait a while
Fell into a daze, like a maze, a hundred days
Felt like they passed by, I'm surprised
They said that you got left behind
Why
Oh, why
Why
Written by: Brianna Thompson
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