Trying find my reflection in the mirror
But the dawn always takes a piece of me
I can't let go of all the heartbreak
It's like the waxing of an old flame
Tryna find that ground that's in the Middle
That got me doing all the things I shouldn't be
Like the whiskey on my breathe
That got me running from my problems
Doing 90 on the highway
Just to cross that county line
When you found yourself down in a pickle
You can never find the right words to say
But I'm
Rushing in and putting out the fire
Before it
Relight the waxing of a flame
Tryna find that ground that's in the Middle
That got me doing all the things I shouldn't be
Like the whiskey on my breathe
That got me running from my problems
Doing 90 on the highway
Just to cross that county line
Young Foolie - Dawn Lyrics
Young Foolie - Dawn Lyrics
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Trying find my reflection in the mirror
But the dawn always takes a piece of me
I can't let go of all the heartbreak
It's like the waxing of an old flame
Tryna find that ground that's in the Middle
That got me doing all the things I shouldn't be
Like the whiskey on my breathe
That got me running from my problems
Doing 90 on the highway
Just to cross that county line
When you found yourself down in a pickle
You can never find the right words to say
But I'm
Rushing in and putting out the fire
Before it
Relight the waxing of a flame
Tryna find that ground that's in the Middle
That got me doing all the things I shouldn't be
Like the whiskey on my breathe
That got me running from my problems
Doing 90 on the highway
Just to cross that county line
But the dawn always takes a piece of me
I can't let go of all the heartbreak
It's like the waxing of an old flame
Tryna find that ground that's in the Middle
That got me doing all the things I shouldn't be
Like the whiskey on my breathe
That got me running from my problems
Doing 90 on the highway
Just to cross that county line
When you found yourself down in a pickle
You can never find the right words to say
But I'm
Rushing in and putting out the fire
Before it
Relight the waxing of a flame
Tryna find that ground that's in the Middle
That got me doing all the things I shouldn't be
Like the whiskey on my breathe
That got me running from my problems
Doing 90 on the highway
Just to cross that county line
Writer: Shy Quick
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC