Lyrics

I knew her last, I knew her least I did my best to keep the peace Now I'm covered in the dust She used to draw her blueprints for us She said go when she meant stay I'm her favorite thing to throw away Her last resort is her first line Of defense every time She's my little hypocrite She gives up quick She loses temper preaching patience She makes each mistake with confidence Tell me how do you argue that Simple wishes turn back time And live a history revised So she'll imagine what she wants Those things she thought they'll get me caught We share our spoils til things get tough One of us can't be blamed enough A simple standard to adjust What works for you should work for us She's my little hypocrite She gives up quick She loses temper preaching patience She makes each mistake with confidence Tell me how do you argue that
Writer(s): Brendan Shea Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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