Lyrics

You're probably eatin dinner in a mansion With some man who wants to be married to you You may make your move out to Chicago some day Wonder if I'll be there when you do I'm out here in Boulder Colorado Makin up songs on my second string guitar I can't tell if the knot inside my stomachs from the hunger Or the knowin you wherever else you are But you hit me Like a dead end street And I don't know how to kick this in reverse I'm here somehow No I won't let it out You keep gettin better Baby this keeps gettin Worse I bought you this t shirt from a thrift store Protesting a local group of antis I keep pretending im still wearing it so it'll smell like me The truth is I may never see you again I don't know if I'll ever see you again But you hit me like a dead end street And I don't know how to kick this in reverse Im here somehow No i won't let it out You keep gettin better Baby this keeps gettin worse You hit me Like a dead end street And I don't know how to kick this in reverse Im here somehow No I won't let it out You keep gettin better Baby this keeps gettin worse You keep gettin better Baby this keeps gettin worse You keep gettin better Honey I keep gettin worse
Writer(s): Riley Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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