Writing's on the Wall
Shoulda saw it coming
Read in between the lines
Know you're up to something
By the smile you hide behind
You smell like her perfume
Won't look me in the eye, in the eye
It started out so sweet
But now it's getting awfully sour
I taste her on your lips like poison
Thought we were the dream team
But now you're switching sides, switching sides
I gave my all
Writing's on the wall, painted over and over
You looked felt like home
'Til it burned to the ground and I looked closer
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
Lipstick on your t-shirt
Every shade I didn't buy
Lock code on your cell phone
You won't let it out your sight
Can't ask where you're going
Like it's a fucking crime, a fucking crime
I bet it's getting hot at night, lungs breathing heavy
And cold sheets to bodies surely sweating
My mind's moving backwards
Can't help but wonder why, wonder why
I gave my all
Writing's on the wall painted over and over
You looked felt like home
'Til it burned to the ground and I looked closer
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, I gave my all
Writing's on the wall painted over and over
You looked felt like home
'Til it burned to the ground and I looked closer
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
Read in between the lines
Know you're up to something
By the smile you hide behind
You smell like her perfume
Won't look me in the eye, in the eye
It started out so sweet
But now it's getting awfully sour
I taste her on your lips like poison
Thought we were the dream team
But now you're switching sides, switching sides
I gave my all
Writing's on the wall, painted over and over
You looked felt like home
'Til it burned to the ground and I looked closer
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
Lipstick on your t-shirt
Every shade I didn't buy
Lock code on your cell phone
You won't let it out your sight
Can't ask where you're going
Like it's a fucking crime, a fucking crime
I bet it's getting hot at night, lungs breathing heavy
And cold sheets to bodies surely sweating
My mind's moving backwards
Can't help but wonder why, wonder why
I gave my all
Writing's on the wall painted over and over
You looked felt like home
'Til it burned to the ground and I looked closer
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, I gave my all
Writing's on the wall painted over and over
You looked felt like home
'Til it burned to the ground and I looked closer
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
The writing's on the wall
I shoulda saw it
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Hart, Brianna Conrado
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