40%
God, how I miss you
In ways I can't even begin to express
You can't imagine
How much I'd love to see you in that dress
But our moment is gone
And all that left is this stupid, fucking song
This tug of war is taking its toll, and every sunrise is a challenge
A new excuse to lose control
I am sick of startled strangers at Wal-Mart
And half-an-hour-long drive-thru's
Yeah love, it's like an ingrown hair
Gross and painful
Growin' outta nowhere
I've been thinkin' about us lately
And when push really comes to shove
You are 40% crazy and I'm 90% in love
You are 40% crazy and I'm 80% in love
It started fun, the endless drama
But after endless false fires
And every evening ending in trauma
I'm starting to lose sight of my reasons to give a fuck enough to fight
Yeah love, it's like an ingrown hair
Gross and painful
Growin' outta nowhere
I've been thinkin' about us Stacey
And when push really comes to shove
You are 40% crazy and I'm 50% in love
You are 40% crazy and I'm 40% in love
But God, how I miss you
In ways I can't even begin to express
You can't imagine
How much I'd love to see you in that dress
But our moment is gone
And all that left is this stupid, fucking
In ways I can't even begin to express
You can't imagine
How much I'd love to see you in that dress
But our moment is gone
And all that left is this stupid, fucking song
This tug of war is taking its toll, and every sunrise is a challenge
A new excuse to lose control
I am sick of startled strangers at Wal-Mart
And half-an-hour-long drive-thru's
Yeah love, it's like an ingrown hair
Gross and painful
Growin' outta nowhere
I've been thinkin' about us lately
And when push really comes to shove
You are 40% crazy and I'm 90% in love
You are 40% crazy and I'm 80% in love
It started fun, the endless drama
But after endless false fires
And every evening ending in trauma
I'm starting to lose sight of my reasons to give a fuck enough to fight
Yeah love, it's like an ingrown hair
Gross and painful
Growin' outta nowhere
I've been thinkin' about us Stacey
And when push really comes to shove
You are 40% crazy and I'm 50% in love
You are 40% crazy and I'm 40% in love
But God, how I miss you
In ways I can't even begin to express
You can't imagine
How much I'd love to see you in that dress
But our moment is gone
And all that left is this stupid, fucking
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Levy
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