The Chase

drag your feet along the concrete ground

you’re wearing your new sneakers down

and my novelty is wearing off

what happens when the excitement is gone?

on the long drive home i’m in the back seat

but you turn around and you smile at me

and I have our song on repeat when the night ends

but now when I listen all I think about is then

I hate that look on your face

I hate that you like the chase

and I hate that you feel nothing at all

and I hate that I still wait for your call

you still call yourself a blonde

you got a thing for holding on

but you let go of you when you let go of me

and your hairs been brown since you were 13

I hate that look on your face

I hate that you like the chase

and I hate that you feel nothing at all

and I hate that I still wait for your call

and when I think it’s really over

you talk about us getting older

and when I start to hold on

the next minute you’re gone

I hate that look on your face

I hate that I was easy to replace

I hate that you feel nothing at all

and I hate that I still wait for your call I hate that I still wait for your call