It'll Be Okay In the End
I been stuck on the inside, it's hurting real bad
I think that I just miss all the times that we had
Reminiscing pretty memories that I can't get back
While my thoughts fade to black, fuck, I miss what we had
My composure is gone, guess it's time to get drunk
Get you out of my head, pretend I don't give a fuck
But the words that you said, and the punches you sunk
Only then was it clear that I ran out of luck
You made it hard not to hear you
Hard not to feel you, hard not to love you
Hard not to heal you, hard not to hear you
Hard not to feel you, hard not to love you
Hard not to hear you, hard not to feel you
Hard not to love you, hard not to heal you
Hard not to hear you, hard not to feel you
Hard not to love you, hard not to heal you
A lot of shit's changed now, since I wrote this track
Don't give a fuck about the times we had
Making pretty memories that I can get back
And my head's feeling clear, I don't miss what we had
My composure is back, guess it's time to have fun
Now you're out of my head, 'cause I don't give a fuck
About the words that you said or the punches you sunk
Only now it is clear that I'm no longer stuck
I think that I just miss all the times that we had
Reminiscing pretty memories that I can't get back
While my thoughts fade to black, fuck, I miss what we had
My composure is gone, guess it's time to get drunk
Get you out of my head, pretend I don't give a fuck
But the words that you said, and the punches you sunk
Only then was it clear that I ran out of luck
You made it hard not to hear you
Hard not to feel you, hard not to love you
Hard not to heal you, hard not to hear you
Hard not to feel you, hard not to love you
Hard not to hear you, hard not to feel you
Hard not to love you, hard not to heal you
Hard not to hear you, hard not to feel you
Hard not to love you, hard not to heal you
A lot of shit's changed now, since I wrote this track
Don't give a fuck about the times we had
Making pretty memories that I can get back
And my head's feeling clear, I don't miss what we had
My composure is back, guess it's time to have fun
Now you're out of my head, 'cause I don't give a fuck
About the words that you said or the punches you sunk
Only now it is clear that I'm no longer stuck
Credits
Writer(s): Evan Smith
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