Glasshouse

How could you let go of everything we had
It makes me so frustrated
Seeing all the time i wasted
And as the days go by
I think about my patience
And how badly I misplaced it
How could I've been so mistaken
Misled by your fucking lies
Count down from ten, bring up your alibi

How the fuck could you accept to sacrifice my happiness?
My phone's been blowing up with texts since you chose to let me go
I'd ask you what you did expect, but I don't feel like showing you respect
As an outcome of your ignorance
I won't be coming back home

Tell me not to throw stones in your glasshouse
Blame shit on me, do you feel good about yourself now?
And the thing that keeps me up
Is how easy you gave up
Oh how you've run out of luck

How the fuck could you accept to sacrifice my happiness?
My phone's been blowing up with texts since you chose to let me go
I'd ask you what you did expect, but I don't feel like showing you respect
As an outcome of your ignorance
I won't be coming back home

Shaped up from all the broken bottles
Wherever you'd go i would follow
But i can't stand to see you, the way that i used to
I hope you miss me when I go
I hope you miss me when I go

I'd ask you what you did expect
But I don't feel like showing you respect and as an outcome of your ignorance
I won't be coming back home

How the fuck could you accept to sacrifice my happiness? (I won't be coming back home)
My phone's been blowing up with texts since you chose to let me go (I won't be coming back home)
I'd ask you what you did expect, but I don't feel like showing (I won't be coming back home)
You respect and as an outcome of your ignorance
I won't be coming back home



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Erik Lennart Spaaman, Oskar Erik Westlin Oegren
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