Front Seat

Have I been this way before?
It looks familiar from here

So comb your hair back and brush your teeth
You're in the front of a fucked up week
And when your girlfriend decides to leave
We'll drink whiskey till we can't speak

And in the morning you'll find your edge
And make a promise to get revenge
But then again you'll get cold feet
And she'll be back in your front seat...

Have I been this way before?
It looks familiar from here



Credits
Writer(s): Dan Mcateer, Zane Matsko
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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