Labor of Love
I wish I never would've ran my mouth
I fucked up too many times to count
And I don't even think I like myself
In the dark, I feel like hell
You need break, I need control
We get all dressed, no where to go
I bet you feel like you've had enough
I'm not so good at this stuff (Damn)
Looks like you been calling my bluff
Thought I was chill, you proved me wrong
We've both been hurt, it's hard to trust
This heart is a labor of love
Give me attention, not enough
Call intervention, somebody's stuck
I know you're hurt-toughen up
This heart is a labor of love
Packed all my stuff in a paper bag
You made it easy to walk away
I think you hate me, what can I say?
I had it coming to me
Check out the clouds, seem kind of grey
I'm looking everywhere but your face
Mind's running circles, feeling the shame
You still got nothing to say?
Looks like you been calling my bluff
Thought I was chill, you proved me wrong
We've both been hurt, it's hard to trust
This heart of labor of love
Give me attention, not enough
Call intervention, somebody's stuck
I know you're hurt-toughen up
This heart is a labor of love
Its like I'm watching myself
From the top of the room
I don't know what I'll do
I'm waiting for you
Then I open the door
And I start to leave
And you look at the floor
I think I'm losing you
Looks like you been calling my bluff
Thought I was chill, you proved me wrong
We've both been hurt, it's hard to trust
This heart is a labor of love
Give me attention, not enough
Call intervention, somebody's stuck
I know you're hurt-toughen up
This heart is a labor of love
Labor of love
Labor of love
Labor of love
Labor of love
I fucked up too many times to count
And I don't even think I like myself
In the dark, I feel like hell
You need break, I need control
We get all dressed, no where to go
I bet you feel like you've had enough
I'm not so good at this stuff (Damn)
Looks like you been calling my bluff
Thought I was chill, you proved me wrong
We've both been hurt, it's hard to trust
This heart is a labor of love
Give me attention, not enough
Call intervention, somebody's stuck
I know you're hurt-toughen up
This heart is a labor of love
Packed all my stuff in a paper bag
You made it easy to walk away
I think you hate me, what can I say?
I had it coming to me
Check out the clouds, seem kind of grey
I'm looking everywhere but your face
Mind's running circles, feeling the shame
You still got nothing to say?
Looks like you been calling my bluff
Thought I was chill, you proved me wrong
We've both been hurt, it's hard to trust
This heart of labor of love
Give me attention, not enough
Call intervention, somebody's stuck
I know you're hurt-toughen up
This heart is a labor of love
Its like I'm watching myself
From the top of the room
I don't know what I'll do
I'm waiting for you
Then I open the door
And I start to leave
And you look at the floor
I think I'm losing you
Looks like you been calling my bluff
Thought I was chill, you proved me wrong
We've both been hurt, it's hard to trust
This heart is a labor of love
Give me attention, not enough
Call intervention, somebody's stuck
I know you're hurt-toughen up
This heart is a labor of love
Labor of love
Labor of love
Labor of love
Labor of love
Credits
Writer(s): Emily Abrahamson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.