Conditional
I don't wanna be mad anymore
We saw the world together
And now we don't talk
Now we can't talk
There's this version of you that resides in my head
Doesn't resemble the man I once called a friend
I loved you like a brother
But sometimes brothers grow apart
Grow apart
So glad we're not under the same roof
While I write these lines about you
So glad we're not under the same roof
While I write these lines about you
I don't want a conditional friendship
I don't want your conditional friendship
I don't want a conditional friendship
I don't want your conditional friendship
I don't want your conditional friendship
I don't want your conditional friendship
I don't want your conditional friendship
I don't want your conditional friendship
No
No, no, no
I'm done holding on to hope
Of finishing those songs we wrote
Remove my name from your liner notes
Cut me out so no one ever knows
That we were once brothers chasing after our dreams
Now we don't see each other, how's that for extremes?
The end was coming, guess this is the means
To be fair my side of the street ain't that clean
The part that hurts the most is that I would do
The same thing if I was in your shoes
Don't think I'm not mad at myself, too
The dream got the best of both me and you
We saw the world together
And now we don't talk
Now we can't talk
There's this version of you that resides in my head
Doesn't resemble the man I once called a friend
I loved you like a brother
But sometimes brothers grow apart
Grow apart
So glad we're not under the same roof
While I write these lines about you
So glad we're not under the same roof
While I write these lines about you
I don't want a conditional friendship
I don't want your conditional friendship
I don't want a conditional friendship
I don't want your conditional friendship
I don't want your conditional friendship
I don't want your conditional friendship
I don't want your conditional friendship
I don't want your conditional friendship
No
No, no, no
I'm done holding on to hope
Of finishing those songs we wrote
Remove my name from your liner notes
Cut me out so no one ever knows
That we were once brothers chasing after our dreams
Now we don't see each other, how's that for extremes?
The end was coming, guess this is the means
To be fair my side of the street ain't that clean
The part that hurts the most is that I would do
The same thing if I was in your shoes
Don't think I'm not mad at myself, too
The dream got the best of both me and you
Credits
Writer(s): Jarrett Wenzel
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