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Nicolas Viglione
Nicolas Viglione
Songwriter
Parker Fortune
Parker Fortune
Songwriter
Jason Grandell
Jason Grandell
Songwriter
Sean Dalke
Sean Dalke
Songwriter

Letra

I bet you still sleep in that shirt I left I bet my playlist still puts you to bed How many times did you hit rewind on the tape of our cross country drive? I bet I'm living in your head No, it didn't have to be like this But you'll never see me again You broke me to build me, I guess I just needed the wreckage to end So just in case you didn't pick up on what I'm putting down I hit your place before I skipped town Yeah, I crashed your car I burned your motherfuckin' house down I'm moving on No, I don't live under your thumb now I bet you finally love me now that I'm standing up You're just that crazy that you play me, then as soon as I walk Call it love I bet you even make excuses for me I bet you're hoping I'll come back I bet you're telling all your friends you lost control of me I should have seen all the red flags No, it didn't have to be like this But you'll never see me again You broke me to build me, I guess I just needed the wreckage to end So just in case you didn't pick up on what I'm putting down I hit your place before I skipped town Yeah, I crashed your car I burned your motherfuckin' house down I'm moving on No, I don't live under your thumb now I bet you finally love me now that I'm standing up You're just that crazy that you play me, then as soon as I walk Call it love Hands to the ceiling, I don't feel bad for you I started healing the second I struck a match or two Yeah, I crashed your car I burned your motherfuckin' house down I'm moving on No, I don't live under your thumb now I bet you finally love me now that I'm standing up You're just that crazy that you play me, then as soon as I walk Call it love I stole your dog We hit the mall and we're best friends now That girl from your job The one you hate, yeah we make love now I told you if you pushed me, that you'd run out of luck Know you'll be sorry when you find out all your shit is fucked up Call it love
Writer(s): Sean Dalke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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