Repeathistory
Spending way too much what I made last year
And I wait too long, when you comin here?
Hoping that I won't be drowned in fear
When you listen to me, do you really hear?
Pictures all over the floor
Now I don't want nothing more
Had like everything going for you
Just admit it's nothing important
You don't have to be nice to me
Anymore if you're feeling gloomy
Thought you knew me when I was at the bottom
Next time I ain't gonna repeat history
Pictures of you and me
And I just light 'em on fire
I ain't got the time, it's gettin' down to the wire
Too many nights had me waiting by the phone
I'm just hoping you would call, then accepting that you won't
Take me away from here
I don't wanna phone home, end my career
Every time that you're gone it makes me fear
That I got a syndrome that makes you appear
Crowded space, another way to take me out
Distorted face, I'm feeling all the self doubt
Saying everything you can, mess with my headspace
Don't think I can keep up with you, we're in this footrace
Never know in my mental if i'm right or wrong
Cuts on my feet from the eggshells i'm walkin on
Sentimental whenever you're getting strung along
Cut ties, send you back where you belong
Now I got
Pictures all over the floor
Now I don't want nothing more
Had like everything going for you
Just admit it's nothing important
You don't have to be nice to me
Anymore if you're feeling gloomy
Thought you knew me when I was at the bottom
Next time I ain't gonna repeat history
And I wait too long, when you comin here?
Hoping that I won't be drowned in fear
When you listen to me, do you really hear?
Pictures all over the floor
Now I don't want nothing more
Had like everything going for you
Just admit it's nothing important
You don't have to be nice to me
Anymore if you're feeling gloomy
Thought you knew me when I was at the bottom
Next time I ain't gonna repeat history
Pictures of you and me
And I just light 'em on fire
I ain't got the time, it's gettin' down to the wire
Too many nights had me waiting by the phone
I'm just hoping you would call, then accepting that you won't
Take me away from here
I don't wanna phone home, end my career
Every time that you're gone it makes me fear
That I got a syndrome that makes you appear
Crowded space, another way to take me out
Distorted face, I'm feeling all the self doubt
Saying everything you can, mess with my headspace
Don't think I can keep up with you, we're in this footrace
Never know in my mental if i'm right or wrong
Cuts on my feet from the eggshells i'm walkin on
Sentimental whenever you're getting strung along
Cut ties, send you back where you belong
Now I got
Pictures all over the floor
Now I don't want nothing more
Had like everything going for you
Just admit it's nothing important
You don't have to be nice to me
Anymore if you're feeling gloomy
Thought you knew me when I was at the bottom
Next time I ain't gonna repeat history
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Writer(s): Reid Randolph
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