Giving Up

I'm giving up, giving up, giving up, baby

I'll paint you a picture, yeah of a girl in black
Staring at me from across the room, and as we dance
She's whispering everything I wanna hear
But I've felt like this so many times, so what's one more, dear?

Here I am by myself again
Sweet soft lips, didn't notice it
You need the rush of what I give
But your pretty little heart, it belongs to him

If he breaks it, I'm waiting
End of the bar in the corner faded
But you don't care, I fear

No, I'm sick of waiting up
It seems my love isn't good enough so
Take those lips and get them out of my head

You're undressed, his apartment
I'm drunk, left with nothing
Don't trust the devil 'cause she's not who you think she is

No, she's not who you think she is
I'm getting sick, sick, sick of it
No, she's not who you think she is
I'm getting sick of it, sick of it, ooh

You're twisting it
Looks to kill and you're killing it
Pulled me and I'm fixed in it
You burn the air and I breathe it in

And you fuck with me everyday
I know you say, it's probably better this way
I only wish you could stay, wish you could stay
I've had enough, so

I'm sick of waiting up
It seems my love isn't good enough so
Take those lips and get them out of my head

You're undressed, his apartment
I'm drunk, left with nothing
Don't trust the devil 'cause she's not who you think she is

Take it from me, she'll lead you in
Lips like hell and you'll burn for it
I don't think girl you can handle it
And I'm sick of taking blame in every argument

Done with all the bitching and wishing you would never go
Sick of taking the hate with me out on the road
And if I come back and you're not there
If I come back and you're not there

I'm giving up, giving up, giving up, baby
I'm giving up, giving up, giving up

Now I'm sick of waiting up
It seems my love isn't good enough so
Take those lips and get them out of my head

You're undressed, his apartment
I'm drunk, left with nothing
Don't trust the devil 'cause she's not who you think she is

I'm sick of waiting up
I'm not good enough, no

You're undressed, his apartment
I'm drunk, left with nothing
Don't trust the devil 'cause she's not who you think, no
Not who you think she is



Credits
Writer(s): Cemer Jacob, Daniel Quigley, Elijah Sleeker, Michael Martenson, Scott Hunter Solomon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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