All Wrong
You're like walking on the street
In strawberry heat
I'm dragging my feet
You're like waiting in line
After a twelve hour flight
Trying not to cry
And all that stuff's got to your head
Even your friends say you've got it all wrong
And when your face is turning red
You know it's been me all along
You're like a twisted ankle
Walking in heels
You're like a flat tire
On the way to my favorite place
You're like a ripped grocery bag
Falling right out of my hands
And I don't want to be your friend
In strawberry heat
I'm dragging my feet
You're like waiting in line
After a twelve hour flight
Trying not to cry
And all that stuff's got to your head
Even your friends say you've got it all wrong
And when your face is turning red
You know it's been me all along
You're like a twisted ankle
Walking in heels
You're like a flat tire
On the way to my favorite place
You're like a ripped grocery bag
Falling right out of my hands
And I don't want to be your friend
Credits
Writer(s): Josie Kudzma
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