Lyrics

Well, you know I'd like to hang But I guess we're just not on the same page Cause we have two different definitions of The better way to spent the latter half of our free days I hear your verbal tip toes And I feel the distance growing as the conversation slows And I don't get invitations to your Tuesday evening parties Cause you know I don't party straight up my nose Well, you can drop that fake veneer With all your half hearted bullshit I've had it up to here Cause I'm having a hard time seeing through all the smoke and mirrors
Writer(s): Stove Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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