Better Things
It's not a secret
You spent the weekend
I'm in your vice grip
All over again
And I say it each time
I promise that was the last night
I know this shit gets old
Putting miles on your soul
Something eating you alive from so long ago
You know just what to say to make me suffocate
Isn't it such a shame
I know it's by design
Fall for you every time
Wish I could leave it in the past but I keep coming right back
I wish you'd let me loose
And move along to
Someone new
But is it way too soon
Guess we'll find it out together what the future brings
But I think I'm finally moving
Moving on to better things
It's always regret
That seems to creep in
But I don't feel it
Until you're leaving
Feels like a backslide
I'll probably see you tomorrow night
So many miles away
I still can't escape
Shouldn't even pick it up when you call me this late
You know just what to say to make me suffocate
Isn't it such a shame
I know it's by design
Fall for you every time
Wish I could leave it in the past but I keep coming right back
I wish you'd let me loose
And move along to
Someone new
But is it way too soon
Guess we'll find it out together what the future brings
But I think I'm finally moving
Moving on to better things
It's not a secret
You spent the weekend
I'm in your vice grip
All over again
I know it's by design
Fall for you every time
Wish I could leave it in the past but I keep coming right back
I wish you'd let me loose
And move along to
Someone new
But is it way too soon
Guess we'll find it out together what the future brings
But I think I'm finally moving
Moving on to better things
You spent the weekend
I'm in your vice grip
All over again
And I say it each time
I promise that was the last night
I know this shit gets old
Putting miles on your soul
Something eating you alive from so long ago
You know just what to say to make me suffocate
Isn't it such a shame
I know it's by design
Fall for you every time
Wish I could leave it in the past but I keep coming right back
I wish you'd let me loose
And move along to
Someone new
But is it way too soon
Guess we'll find it out together what the future brings
But I think I'm finally moving
Moving on to better things
It's always regret
That seems to creep in
But I don't feel it
Until you're leaving
Feels like a backslide
I'll probably see you tomorrow night
So many miles away
I still can't escape
Shouldn't even pick it up when you call me this late
You know just what to say to make me suffocate
Isn't it such a shame
I know it's by design
Fall for you every time
Wish I could leave it in the past but I keep coming right back
I wish you'd let me loose
And move along to
Someone new
But is it way too soon
Guess we'll find it out together what the future brings
But I think I'm finally moving
Moving on to better things
It's not a secret
You spent the weekend
I'm in your vice grip
All over again
I know it's by design
Fall for you every time
Wish I could leave it in the past but I keep coming right back
I wish you'd let me loose
And move along to
Someone new
But is it way too soon
Guess we'll find it out together what the future brings
But I think I'm finally moving
Moving on to better things
Credits
Writer(s): Drew Sipos
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