Lyrics

Right down to the way you talk And just the way you are Sight so frightful It's like you're pushing forward every stop Ignoring every fault I might just hide you I don't wanna do this no more All this guilt galore Through the touch of your finger tips and I've been looking for an exit door To get back to before I'd rather die than spend Just another fucking minute with you This really shouldn't come as a shock I'm staring at the clock Every time that I'm with you And I really wanna break this lock But all these second thoughts Keep on getting through I don't wanna do this no more All this guilt galore Through the touch of your finger tips and I've been looking for an exit door To get back to before I'd rather die than spend Just another fucking minute with you And I want to know babe Why you're staring at the ground And I gotta go babe When I start to see that frown Oh I don't wanna do this no more All this guilt galore Through the touch of your finger tips and I've been looking for an exit door To get back to before I'd rather die than spend Just another fucking minute with you
Writer(s): Quinn Malcolm Carl Mills, Julian Guzman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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