Ana

Ana, I get it
I finally understand
Staying in credit
Is better than cash in hand
Oh, but everything's up in the air
My next steps take me who knows where
Oh, and I'm so bent out of shape
All my thoughts are all over the place

10 to 10
Weekdays and weekends
But Rory said
"Don't make a habit
Of staying around
Longer than needed"

Ana, I mean it
I'm just not sure how to ask
If it's even a question
Or if I've just run out of gas
Oh, cause I'm driving rings round this town
Thought that I would've left by now
Sometimes I find myself
Out on the edge of the cliff
With one foot out

3 to 5
Off on my break
But I've still got to try
Not to admit
That I'm losing my mind
Hopelessly hoping
That you might be mine

(Ana)



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Writer(s): Fraser Paterson
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