Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blayne B.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blayne B.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wesley Ray
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
She took my heart last week
Lying
In the backroad of my town
Passed out on the fucking ground
Yea I was caught up
Fighting for another round
And
Our song plays on and on
From the jukebox at the bar
And now I’m saying
Why did I wake up this morning
I’m finding a reason to make it with all this pain
I coulda made an excuse and just drowned in the goose
But my problems won’t fade away
Telling me I coulda made it
But that makes me vacant
And I start to feel nothing at all
Resort to alcohol
I wanna wake up in paradise
Trying to wake up just you and I
I wanna wake up with no disguise
Trying to wake up with something
She took my heart last week
Lying
In the backroad of my town
Passed out on the fucking ground
Yea I was caught up
Fighting for another round
And
Our song plays on and on
From the jukebox at the bar
And now I’m saying
We haven’t spoke since that night
I been trying to hide
But my thoughts are just something else
Maybe If I wasn’t drinking
And I started thinking
Then we could just figure it out
Maybe I’m just so impatient
And God fucking hates me
But that isn’t what I want
At all
Resort to dying slow
She took my heart last week
Lying
In the backroad of my town
Passed out on the fucking ground
Yea I was caught up
Fighting for another round
And
Our song plays on and on
From the jukebox at the bar
And now I’m saying
Written by: Blayne B.
