Ivy League Swing
It's all your fault, the way that things went wrong
Yea it's all your fault, it went just the way you want
This ain't some eulogy, hell you can light it up and smoke it
Just like every single word we ever exchange
And if it's all the same we both got lost, But in different ways
On the long way home, because we both want to forget this place
Now it's all your fault, the way that things went wrong
Yea it's all your fault, it went just the way you want
Was it the songs that set you off, or just the delivery
Because your favorite songs were always misery
You make the sign of the cross, like it somehow will change you
Your hearts fixed in the rearview
Now you got your chance to walk away, with that ivy league swing
Now it's all your fault, the way that things went wrong
Yea it's all your fault, it went just the way you want
The wildflowers don't grow on your grave
I rode by our favorite beach, but it wasn't the same
I shed that skin like a bad disease
The wildflowers don't grow on your grave
I rode by our favorite beach, but it wasn't the same
I shed that skin like a bad disease
Now it's all your fault, the way that things went wrong
Yea it's all your fault, it went just the way you want
The wildflowers don't grow on your grave
I rode by our favorite beach, but it wasn't the same
I shed that skin like a bad disease
Yea it's all your fault, it went just the way you want
This ain't some eulogy, hell you can light it up and smoke it
Just like every single word we ever exchange
And if it's all the same we both got lost, But in different ways
On the long way home, because we both want to forget this place
Now it's all your fault, the way that things went wrong
Yea it's all your fault, it went just the way you want
Was it the songs that set you off, or just the delivery
Because your favorite songs were always misery
You make the sign of the cross, like it somehow will change you
Your hearts fixed in the rearview
Now you got your chance to walk away, with that ivy league swing
Now it's all your fault, the way that things went wrong
Yea it's all your fault, it went just the way you want
The wildflowers don't grow on your grave
I rode by our favorite beach, but it wasn't the same
I shed that skin like a bad disease
The wildflowers don't grow on your grave
I rode by our favorite beach, but it wasn't the same
I shed that skin like a bad disease
Now it's all your fault, the way that things went wrong
Yea it's all your fault, it went just the way you want
The wildflowers don't grow on your grave
I rode by our favorite beach, but it wasn't the same
I shed that skin like a bad disease
Credits
Writer(s): American Thrills
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