Bad Days
Can't feel love but kinesthetic
Cut me open as expected
Stole my heart, gave me prosthetic
Self-induced, pushed to addicted
So cut me out and let me down
Let me down
You let me down
Some would call it bittersweet
I call it nothing at all anymore
I've got these bruises on my skin
I'll win, I'll win
Most nights like these I never win
I'll win, I'll win
So now I'm trading the bad days in
So I can mend
And maybe now I'll win
I'm cutting ties with the lies
Now I'm finding out what it means to be hypnotized
And now I'm out on my own
There's not a place to call home
I fucking miss you, but I hate you
Now I'm sad but there's no going back
No going back
No going back
I came back to the place that we first met
In my head, it was more than broken images
You broke me, bled me, believed me
So why'd you lie?
Why'd you lie?
I've got these bruises on my skin
I'll win, I'll win
Most nights like these I never win
I'll win, I'll win
So now I'm trading the bad days in
So I can mend
And maybe now I'll win
Every word you said
Went straight through my face
I'm gonna find out
How to set my own pace
Every word you said
Went straight through my face
I'm gonna find out
How to set my own pace
And every word you said
Went straight through my face
And now I've found out
How to end these bad days
Cut me open as expected
Stole my heart, gave me prosthetic
Self-induced, pushed to addicted
So cut me out and let me down
Let me down
You let me down
Some would call it bittersweet
I call it nothing at all anymore
I've got these bruises on my skin
I'll win, I'll win
Most nights like these I never win
I'll win, I'll win
So now I'm trading the bad days in
So I can mend
And maybe now I'll win
I'm cutting ties with the lies
Now I'm finding out what it means to be hypnotized
And now I'm out on my own
There's not a place to call home
I fucking miss you, but I hate you
Now I'm sad but there's no going back
No going back
No going back
I came back to the place that we first met
In my head, it was more than broken images
You broke me, bled me, believed me
So why'd you lie?
Why'd you lie?
I've got these bruises on my skin
I'll win, I'll win
Most nights like these I never win
I'll win, I'll win
So now I'm trading the bad days in
So I can mend
And maybe now I'll win
Every word you said
Went straight through my face
I'm gonna find out
How to set my own pace
Every word you said
Went straight through my face
I'm gonna find out
How to set my own pace
And every word you said
Went straight through my face
And now I've found out
How to end these bad days
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Taylor, Jack Davis Rainbolt, Spencer Quinn Tillman, Adam Allen Anderson, Jonathan Michael Iosue, Andrew Lawrence Johnson, Nathan Alan Pearson
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