Truck Month

I can't, I'm sorry
You shouldn't have to do this for me
I'm trying to keep breathing
Instead of choking on a brand new feeling

Those eyes I get lost in, how much is this costing?
My stomach is knotting, my vision is spotting
Your time is allotted for me in my coffin
Am I so besotted to want to go back in?
I'm nothing but a waste of space
Split me down the middle, make me save my face
You know that I'm a losing race
All the winning horses gonna set that pace

I can't, I'm sorry
You shouldn't have to do this for me
I'm trying to keep breathing
Instead of choking on a brand new feeling
I can't, I'm sorry
You shouldn't have to do this for me
Among the wreckage and the debris
Look for the lock, maybe you can find a key

If there's one thing I'm missing, it's finally living
Or you always listening to me in the end
I'd rather be kissing than see you dismissing
I'm stuck reminiscing, I can't comprehend
Take me out to the football game
Maybe if I go then you can keep me sane
Pointing fingers, it's a circle of blame
Someone passed the torch and it started a flame
So make me feel better right down to the letter
Make like a go-getter, look me in the eye
And after the weather put it back together
I'll be in your sweater trying not to cry
There's paint on my shitty leather jacket
Turning up the noise, gonna make another racket
I'm just a bunch of words with nothing else to back it
But a place show is gonna leave me in a casket

I can't, I'm sorry
You shouldn't have to do this for me
I'm trying to keep breathing
Instead of choking on a brand new feeling
I can't, I'm sorry
You shouldn't have to do this for me
Among the wreckage and the debris
Look for the lock, maybe you can find a key



Credits
Writer(s): Rhi Lefebvre
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