AT 11:11 (Radio Edit)
Drink you poison sugar
Don't be a hypocrite
Got some fast hands
Say you don't give a shit
Rather be busy reading
But your parking cars
Say you could love me
But I don't know who you are
You are always saying
"Do what I say but not what I do"
I can't forget
All the mess that you put me through
Should've known your bad news
From the time you broke your promises, I can't stop falling for it
Should be moving on
But the memories they won't stop haunting when the clock hits
11:11, 11:11, I still think of you at 11:11
My king in a castle
Until you burned it down
Laying on the mattress
In that ghost town
Then you punched the mirror
And said it's time to go
So we hit the road
Topanga on the radio
You are always saying
"Do what I say but not what I do"
I can't forget
All the mess that you put me through
Should've known your bad news
From the time you broke your promises, I can't stop falling for it
Should be moving on
But the memories they won't stop haunting when the clock hits
11:11, 11:11, I still think of you at 11:11
Distance mean so little when people mean so much
I guess I don't mean anything
I'm lost without your touch
Don't be a hypocrite
Got some fast hands
Say you don't give a shit
Rather be busy reading
But your parking cars
Say you could love me
But I don't know who you are
You are always saying
"Do what I say but not what I do"
I can't forget
All the mess that you put me through
Should've known your bad news
From the time you broke your promises, I can't stop falling for it
Should be moving on
But the memories they won't stop haunting when the clock hits
11:11, 11:11, I still think of you at 11:11
My king in a castle
Until you burned it down
Laying on the mattress
In that ghost town
Then you punched the mirror
And said it's time to go
So we hit the road
Topanga on the radio
You are always saying
"Do what I say but not what I do"
I can't forget
All the mess that you put me through
Should've known your bad news
From the time you broke your promises, I can't stop falling for it
Should be moving on
But the memories they won't stop haunting when the clock hits
11:11, 11:11, I still think of you at 11:11
Distance mean so little when people mean so much
I guess I don't mean anything
I'm lost without your touch
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph William Pascoe, Mery Racauchi, Lily Halpern
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