Letra

Sorry if I speak about me too much I'm sorry that your illness is the sub-sequential reason you don't eat too much, oh It's obvious we drink too much I'm sorry that your father never loved you And you saw your mother on the TV too much, oh You should pop a bottle again Maybe buy a couple bars Take them out with your friends, yeah And I don't even want to pretend Should've listened when they told me it's a means to an end, yeah And now I'm out on the fence I was only 19 with a lack of respect And then she threw up again Said she didn't, but she know I'm reading through it again Don't choose If you love it, then you cut the thing loose, yeah Dark rooms In the session so you know I can't move, yeah You too, you too, no It's hard for me to end a conversation With 'I love you' when I know it's not true, no I'm terrified by thoughts of getting close to you Justify my terror when we talk it through Find somebody else to kill the pain for now Pop another pill and help your brain calm down Then she fell down the stairs, yeah To take you through the basics No love, she was hoping I could change it Never been the one to pick favorites Favoritism isn't something I relate with well Some way to make a statement I was only tryna' start a conversation She was under the assumption I was famous Knew she had a heart Didn't know that I would break it, off Don't choose If you love it, then you cut the thing loose, yeah Dark rooms I'm in the session, so she know I can't move, yeah You too, you too, no It's hard for me to end a conversation with 'I love you' When I know it's not true, no (You too) It's hard for me to end the conversation with 'I love you' When I know it's not true, it's not true babe (You too, you too)
Writer(s): Christian Anthony, Clinton Cave, Mitchel Cave Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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