Round of Fools

I count seven days
Since last Saturday
I've been keeping them
Like they're my sobriety chips

I count seven days
Wish I could skip away
It'd be better than
Waiting wondering how I lost you

You're so bright
I'm so blue
You're so tough
And I'm still breaking for you

My heart won't quit
Though the man has played his cards
My head loses wit
When I start to care at all
I'm a weak old girl
Losing myself to you
But I'll still try my luck
At the next round of fools

I count seven days
Like they'll just drift away
If I can't care for them
Then what's the point of holding onto you

You're so bright
I'm so blue
You're so tough
And I'm still breaking for you

My heart won't quit
Though the man has played his cards
My head loses wit
When I start to care at all
I'm a weak old girl
Losing myself to you
But I'll still try my luck
At the next round of fools

I'm a weak old girl
I'm a weak old girl
Losing myself to you
But I'll still try my luck
At the next round of fools
Yeah I'll still try my luck
At the next round of fools
Yeah I'll still try my luck
At the next round of fools



Credits
Writer(s): Rebekah Hawker, Rebekah Louise Hawker
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