No one ever said that we were moving on
You packed up your things
And got in your car
What was all the shit you brought up the other night
If talking trash is cool then
Consider yourself right
Maybe we were hanging out alone
And no one wanted to have to get up and go
Lately, I'm hating how
I couldn't tell you how I felt
And the whiskey burns
You're naked and laying in my bed
There's something wrong with your head
You're so sorry to tell me that I was f*cking wrong
I finish off that seven and passed out on the lawn
Maybe we were hanging out alone
And I was too far gone to answer the phone
Lately, I'm hating how
I couldn't tell you how I felt
And the whiskey burns
You're naked and laying in my bed
There's something wrong with your head
Lately, I'm hating how
I never told you how I felt
And the whiskey burns
You're naked and laying in my bed
There's something f*cked with your head
Lately, I'm hating how
I couldn't tell you how I felt
And the whiskey burns
You're naked and laying in my bed
There's something you should've said
Something you should've said
Whoa, whoa
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No one ever said that we were moving on
You packed up your things
And got in your car
What was all the shit you brought up the other night
If talking trash is cool then
Consider yourself right
Maybe we were hanging out alone
And no one wanted to have to get up and go
Lately, I'm hating how
I couldn't tell you how I felt
And the whiskey burns
You're naked and laying in my bed
There's something wrong with your head
You're so sorry to tell me that I was f*cking wrong
I finish off that seven and passed out on the lawn
Maybe we were hanging out alone
And I was too far gone to answer the phone
Lately, I'm hating how
I couldn't tell you how I felt
And the whiskey burns
You're naked and laying in my bed
There's something wrong with your head
Lately, I'm hating how
I never told you how I felt
And the whiskey burns
You're naked and laying in my bed
There's something f*cked with your head
Lately, I'm hating how
I couldn't tell you how I felt
And the whiskey burns
You're naked and laying in my bed
There's something you should've said
Something you should've said
Whoa, whoa
You packed up your things
And got in your car
What was all the shit you brought up the other night
If talking trash is cool then
Consider yourself right
Maybe we were hanging out alone
And no one wanted to have to get up and go
Lately, I'm hating how
I couldn't tell you how I felt
And the whiskey burns
You're naked and laying in my bed
There's something wrong with your head
You're so sorry to tell me that I was f*cking wrong
I finish off that seven and passed out on the lawn
Maybe we were hanging out alone
And I was too far gone to answer the phone
Lately, I'm hating how
I couldn't tell you how I felt
And the whiskey burns
You're naked and laying in my bed
There's something wrong with your head
Lately, I'm hating how
I never told you how I felt
And the whiskey burns
You're naked and laying in my bed
There's something f*cked with your head
Lately, I'm hating how
I couldn't tell you how I felt
And the whiskey burns
You're naked and laying in my bed
There's something you should've said
Something you should've said
Whoa, whoa
Writer: Charles Iwuc
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