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The older I am, the wiser I'm not And I felt ashamed of how angry I got I know I was not getting my message across I know you can't stand it when that's how I talk When I summon a duel or when I brandish a thought I was wrong to turn honesty against you And sure, some of them could use a good talk But babe, don't tell all our friends about me Please, baby, don't tell our friends about me I could sleep on the couch if you want me to Or I can be a good dog and just sit with you Do whatever it is that you ask me to do 'Til you forgive me and I forgive you Yeah, I know you got the beating but I caught a few Frankly, I don't know what else I can confess to you Lovers may quarrel and spar sometimes But babe, don't tell all our friends about me Please, baby, don't tell our friends about me I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, But please, baby, don't tell our friends about me You said we just needed some time to adjust These forty-eight hours, three weeks and two months Hummingbirds hum and workerbees buzz You put too much confidence in the people you trust All the enemies and friends, they'll all tend to judge And I'll write songs that'll help me deal with issues And sure, some people may hear too much But babe, don't tell all our friends about us You know it makes them talk too much So please, baby, don't tell all our friends about me (All your friends aren't my friends anymore) Please, baby, don't tell all our friends about me Yes, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up, But please, baby, don't tell all our friends about me
Writer(s): Blake Matthew Simon Mills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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