Sports

It's a simple progression, It soundtracks my obsession
And I threw up all my whiskey and you threw up all your wine
And I thought about the day I could make you mine

When we go out drinking, you're always first the fall
Now me? I'm always thinking, so I'm always the first to fall for someone

And I'll admit that I'm slightly intoxicated
So I get slightly aggravated when you talk to someone that isn't me
But it's okay, you keep glancing over so I can see one day I'll make you mine
I hope that's you talking and not your wine

Throwing hearts around your room someones bound to get hurt
Put our hands over our eyes, who's got it now?
(Everything's a game to you and me and all our friends)



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Wood
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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