Polite

I, I'm out of breath from taking the high road
And I confess that everywhere I go
They wanna talk about it
I've got nothing to say
Feels like these days
Feels like these days

My right is your wrong
And my truth is your lie
And you've been screaming your side
But it's been a year, I'm over it
And it's hard keeping secrets
You think silence is weakness
'Cause I'm not playing defense
Yeah when you come up I bite my tongue
I'm just

Polite, polite
Polite, polite
Doesn't mean we're cool, nuh uh
I'm just polite, polite

Keep throwing stones, I'm keeping my mouth shut
The real ones know who's really the problem
It's all just six feel under
You're digging up a grave
Feels like these days
Feels like these days

My right is your wrong
And my truth is your lie
And you've been screaming your side
But it's been a year, I'm over it
And it's hard keeping secrets
You think silence is weakness
'Cause I'm not playing defense
Yeah when you come up I bite my tongue
I'm just

Polite, polite
Polite, polite
Doesn't mean we're cool, nuh uh
I'm just polite, polite

Just cause I keep it to myself
It doesn't mean I wish you well
Just cause I keep it to myself
It doesn't mean I wish you well
Just cause I keep it to myself
It doesn't mean I wish you well



Credits
Writer(s): Lena Stone, Phil Barnes, Amy Peters
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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