Bucket List

You're coming off of my bucket list
You're going on to my fuck it list
Girl, ya know, that I tried to hang on to you
My infatuation was genuine through and through

I guess I was smitten
But now, I can finally see the light
Girl, you stomped all over my heart
And that ain't right

You're coming off of my bucket list
You're going on to my fuck it list
Girl you proven you can't be true
I'm tired of playing the fool for you

Like a politician or a damned ol' TV preacher man
I'm jottin' down your name
Under things that I don't understand

Afraid of the people
I don't know why it took so long
I guess I ain't too smart
In my heart, it was a dedicated one last song

You're coming off of my bucket list
You're going on to my fuck it list
Girl, you proven you can't be true
I'm tired of playing the fool for you

You're coming off of my bucket list
You're going on to my fuck it list
You left me singin' the blues again
It's plain to see that you ain't my friend

You're coming off of my bucket list
You're going on to my fuck it list
Girl, you proven you can't be true
I'm tired of playing the fool for you

You're coming off of my bucket list
You're going on to my fuck it list
You left me singin' the blues again
It's plain to see that you ain't my friend

You're coming off of my bucket list
You're going on to my fuck it list
Girl, you proven you can't be true
I'm tired of playing the fool for you

You're coming off of my bucket list
You're going on to my fuck it list
You left me singin' the blues again
It's plain to see that you ain't my friend



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Johnson, Jon Nite, Eric Paslay
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