Lyrics

I'm so sick of dealing with the devil in a glass house But wait for me to break before you take a shot at my mouth It sucks to be a sinner, I've been dancing with the wrong crowd Yeah, and they don't seem to care about the pit they helped me dig out So if I call when the bars are closed Will you pick me up? (Pick me up) And if I call when the fame is gone Am I out of luck? (Out of luck) 'Cause everyone's got an agenda Looking for something better Trying to get into heaven Knowing it don't really matter to you 'Cause I call when the bars are closed You won't pick me up I'm just your pick me up, your pick me up I'm so sick of dealing with the devil in a glass house You're so good at making people love you, bet you're so proud Drop it on my tongue 'cause I got nothing left to say now We always feel the quiet right before the riot breaks out So if I call when the bars are closed Will you pick me up? (Pick me up) And if I call when the fame is gone Am I out of luck? (Out of luck) 'Cause everyone's got an agenda Looking for something better Trying to get into heaven Knowing it don't really matter to you 'Cause I call when the bars are closed You won't pick me up I'm just your pick me up, your pick me up Sipping my whiskey, drowning anxiety What was important is already dead to me 'Cause everyone's got an agenda I'm so sick of dealing with the devil in a glass house Wait for me to break before you take a shot at my mouth 'Cause everyone's got an agenda Looking for something better Trying to get into heaven Knowing it don't really matter to you 'Cause I call when the bars are closed You won't pick me up I'm just your pick me up, your pick me up
Writer(s): Dan Muckala, Philip James Bentley, Kenneth Downey, Mason Marble, Keaton Pierce Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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