It Ain't Me
I had a dream
We were sipping whiskey neat
Highest floor, The Bowery
Nowhere's high enough
Somewhere along the lines
We stopped seeing eye to eye
You were staying out all night
And I had enough
No, I don't wanna know
Where you been or where you're goin'
But I know I won't be home
And you'll be on your own
Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?
Who's gonna rock you when the sun won't let you sleep?
Who's waking up to drive you home
When you're drunk and all alone?
Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?
It ain't me
It ain't me
I had a dream
We were back to seventeen
Summer nights and The Libertines
Never growing up
I'll take with me
The polaroids and the memories
But you know I'm gonna leave
Behind the worst of us
Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?
Who's gonna rock you when the sun won't let you sleep?
Who's waking up to drive you home
When you're drunk and all alone?
Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?
It ain't me, no, no
It ain't me, no, no
It ain't me, no, no
It ain't me
Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?
You missed your shot
And now it's just a rebound
On the prowl for your next victim in your hometown
Stuck around 'til there was someone better you found
Judging, who is gonna make the cut like Simon Cowell
You might be a fan of the MLB
But I was your favorite pastime during the week
I was in too deep
And before you see
Didn't know whether you were a trick or treat
Hm, you slid into my DMs
Like I'm on demand
In the palm of your hand
I was rolling the dice just to see where it lands
There's no telling somebody's character by their Instagram
Ha, I'm at your service no longer
Not a stepping stone for you to walk all over
I'm giving you a clean cut, trimmed down, letting you fade out
Like I'm a professional barber
Stringing me along, Miss Marionette
And you expect me to be waiting, don't hold your breath
Who's gonna be there when you bounce back like a trampoline?
God please, sure as hell ain't me, no
(Oh, no, no-no-no Bowery)
God please, sure as hell ain't me, no
(Oh, no, no-no-no, whiskey neat)
(Oh, no, no-no-no Bowery)
God please, sure as hell ain't me, no
(Oh, no, no-no-no, whiskey neat)
We were sipping whiskey neat
Highest floor, The Bowery
Nowhere's high enough
Somewhere along the lines
We stopped seeing eye to eye
You were staying out all night
And I had enough
No, I don't wanna know
Where you been or where you're goin'
But I know I won't be home
And you'll be on your own
Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?
Who's gonna rock you when the sun won't let you sleep?
Who's waking up to drive you home
When you're drunk and all alone?
Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?
It ain't me
It ain't me
I had a dream
We were back to seventeen
Summer nights and The Libertines
Never growing up
I'll take with me
The polaroids and the memories
But you know I'm gonna leave
Behind the worst of us
Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?
Who's gonna rock you when the sun won't let you sleep?
Who's waking up to drive you home
When you're drunk and all alone?
Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?
It ain't me, no, no
It ain't me, no, no
It ain't me, no, no
It ain't me
Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?
You missed your shot
And now it's just a rebound
On the prowl for your next victim in your hometown
Stuck around 'til there was someone better you found
Judging, who is gonna make the cut like Simon Cowell
You might be a fan of the MLB
But I was your favorite pastime during the week
I was in too deep
And before you see
Didn't know whether you were a trick or treat
Hm, you slid into my DMs
Like I'm on demand
In the palm of your hand
I was rolling the dice just to see where it lands
There's no telling somebody's character by their Instagram
Ha, I'm at your service no longer
Not a stepping stone for you to walk all over
I'm giving you a clean cut, trimmed down, letting you fade out
Like I'm a professional barber
Stringing me along, Miss Marionette
And you expect me to be waiting, don't hold your breath
Who's gonna be there when you bounce back like a trampoline?
God please, sure as hell ain't me, no
(Oh, no, no-no-no Bowery)
God please, sure as hell ain't me, no
(Oh, no, no-no-no, whiskey neat)
(Oh, no, no-no-no Bowery)
God please, sure as hell ain't me, no
(Oh, no, no-no-no, whiskey neat)
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Lee, Selena Marie Gomez, Alexandra Leah Tamposi, Kyrre Goervell-dahll, Andrew Wotman
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