Mistakes
I can't believe you let it slip away
I try to guide you but who cares about the shit I say
All fun and games but is this the one you wish to play?
It was in your hands, you left them open on a windy day
You let it drift away... and I'll never understand why
I just watch you kill yourself as I stand by
Spoke to others, now some think that you're a bad guy
But I see you're hurt, I don't like to see my man cry
You're like a brother to me
I can understand you dont want others to see
Try to shovel up emotions but you dug 'um in deep
Need to wake up, smell the coffee, cus you're stuck in a dream
Well it's, more like a nightmare
Seems you threw something special that was quite rare
I get that everything wasn't perfect, despite there
Being hints of a future with a nice house and a high chair
Imagine the scenes
A nice garden where she's planting her trees
A hook near the front where you can hang up your keys
And boxes of anything you can think of stacked to the beams
But now it's cracked at the seams
I really hope you try your best to stitch it back
Pot. And if you fuck it up, you live with that
Now a big part of your heart's gone
Finding comfort in the dark now the spark's gone
Think you're coping with it well but you're ruining yourself
Got your mind going through hell, nothing to start on
Nothing to excite you
Ignore your mess but it comes back to bite you
Try and forget and that's cool you got a right to
Doubt you'll regret, truth is I think you might do
I try to guide you but who cares about the shit I say
All fun and games but is this the one you wish to play?
It was in your hands, you left them open on a windy day
You let it drift away... and I'll never understand why
I just watch you kill yourself as I stand by
Spoke to others, now some think that you're a bad guy
But I see you're hurt, I don't like to see my man cry
You're like a brother to me
I can understand you dont want others to see
Try to shovel up emotions but you dug 'um in deep
Need to wake up, smell the coffee, cus you're stuck in a dream
Well it's, more like a nightmare
Seems you threw something special that was quite rare
I get that everything wasn't perfect, despite there
Being hints of a future with a nice house and a high chair
Imagine the scenes
A nice garden where she's planting her trees
A hook near the front where you can hang up your keys
And boxes of anything you can think of stacked to the beams
But now it's cracked at the seams
I really hope you try your best to stitch it back
Pot. And if you fuck it up, you live with that
Now a big part of your heart's gone
Finding comfort in the dark now the spark's gone
Think you're coping with it well but you're ruining yourself
Got your mind going through hell, nothing to start on
Nothing to excite you
Ignore your mess but it comes back to bite you
Try and forget and that's cool you got a right to
Doubt you'll regret, truth is I think you might do
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Writer(s): Jack Tyler, Lewis Bond
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