Letra

The end of every bottle Is the end of the day Call a cab Call home late Something only I know It was just a mistake Called a cab Got home late Throwing in the towel Guess it's kinda my style Before the going gets good Fill it up with denial Unintentionally I'm not trying to break This thing But I'll break it over again Unintentionally We're not fighting to save this Thing There's no fault in feeling Unintentional Unintentionally Pointing fingers at another It's the easiest way To pretend I'm not to blame For every lonely, bad decision There's one more that I'll make Try to cover Saving face Throwing in the towel Guess it's kinda my style Before the going gets good Fill it up with denial Unintentionally I'm not trying to break This thing But I'll break it over again Unintentionally We're not fighting to save this Thing There's no fault in feeling Unintentional Unintentionally Unintentional Unintentionally Feeling so entitled Staring with my eyes closed At everything in between You know more than I know See it like a damn show Listen as the people scream Unintentionally I'm not trying to break This thing But I'll break it Unintentionally I'm not trying to break This thing But I'll break it over again Unintentionally We're not fighting to save this Thing There's no fault in feeling Unintentional Unintentionally Unintentional Unintentionally
Writer(s): Jack Demeo, Haleigh Bowers, Samuel Vendig Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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