Running Bets
If you think I'm gonna stick around
Well you've got another thing coming your way, babe
I don't wanna hear another sound
Another poor excuse, I'll hurricane into a rage
You got caught up in the way I
Was "staring at your friend"
But I was staring at the door, I
Was waiting for this party to end
It's like we're in an arcade burning through our coins
A losing streak without a choice
Or a way out, it's almost like this whole thing was rigged
Well, now we're running bets on
How much longer we can keep on
Running in this nightmare-athon
What have you got to say?
I was lacing up my shoes
Yeah, I was waiting on you
But then I got screenshots, receipts from friends
Tell me what you meant by this
"We're running bets on
How much longer we can keep on
Running in this nightmare-athon"
What have you got to say?
Well now we're running bets on
Which one of us is dead wrong
You didn't think that I could catch on
To your little game
(Woah!)
You've got me wrong
You've got me dead wrong
You've got me wrong
You've got me dead wrong
You've got me dead wrong
You've got me dead wrong
You've got me dead wrong
You've got me dead wrong
Did you even want me to stay?
Why couldn't we communicate that we felt this way?
Maybe things have gotten a little too frayed
I was afraid it would all turn into hate
Hey
Well you've got another thing coming your way, babe
I don't wanna hear another sound
Another poor excuse, I'll hurricane into a rage
You got caught up in the way I
Was "staring at your friend"
But I was staring at the door, I
Was waiting for this party to end
It's like we're in an arcade burning through our coins
A losing streak without a choice
Or a way out, it's almost like this whole thing was rigged
Well, now we're running bets on
How much longer we can keep on
Running in this nightmare-athon
What have you got to say?
I was lacing up my shoes
Yeah, I was waiting on you
But then I got screenshots, receipts from friends
Tell me what you meant by this
"We're running bets on
How much longer we can keep on
Running in this nightmare-athon"
What have you got to say?
Well now we're running bets on
Which one of us is dead wrong
You didn't think that I could catch on
To your little game
(Woah!)
You've got me wrong
You've got me dead wrong
You've got me wrong
You've got me dead wrong
You've got me dead wrong
You've got me dead wrong
You've got me dead wrong
You've got me dead wrong
Did you even want me to stay?
Why couldn't we communicate that we felt this way?
Maybe things have gotten a little too frayed
I was afraid it would all turn into hate
Hey
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