歌词
Met in ghost town, picked up some kind of stained blue jacket
Wore it too many times just to say goodbye
Bought a one-way ticket, felt like I paid the price
Oh so classic, do you think of me sometimes
Is that a crime?
Killed my spirit with your drunken lies
Can't be your savior complex every time
Not this time
Did you ever get what you wanted?
Drove down Main Street
Look through the old apartment
It was empty
Packed in boxes stained with your red wine
Oh so classic, raise a glass to our lives
That's out of line
Killed my spirit with your drunken lies
Can't be your savior complex every time
Not this time
Written by: Navid Fana, Noor Shami
