when life gives you lemons (feat. Sophie Powers)
I know a girl with the keys to my heart
Keys to my car, she took everything
I know a girl that sleeps with a gun
And she held up god for the rest of me
But I've been dodging ricochets
Falling for games she plays
She's the type to go and eat your heart out
And she's been squeezing hand grenades
Turn 'em to lemonade
Count it down, count down
Why you gotta waste my time?
Can we finish what you started?
Tell me where your heart is
And tell me where you went last night
'Cause I let you take my car, but you don't know where you parked it
And every day feels like a broken record
Say it again and again forever
Waste my time
But tell me where your heart is
(Tell me where your heart is)
(You're joking, right?)
(Are you being for real right now?)
Always play the victim in that stupid little one-man show
You've been putting on
I really need to go find
Something new, something different
Still, I repeat, repeat
Missing pieces from my puzzle
My engine lights are blinking
You're a Rubix cube for idiots
Every side's the same now
Body like a temple, but I treat that like a playground
I'm still hanging on to what is wrong with me
It's the same thing wrong with you
Maybe we were meant to be
Why you gotta waste my time?
Can we finish what you started?
Tell me where your heart is
And tell me where you went last night
'Cause I let you take my car, but you don't know where you parked it
And every day feels like a broken record
Say it again and again forever
Waste my time
(Waste my time)
But tell me where your heart is
(Tell me where your heart is)
Why you gotta waste my time?
Can we finish what you started?
Tell me where your heart is
And tell me where you went last night
'Cause I let you take my car, but you don't know where you parked it
And every day feels like a broken record
Say it again and again forever
Waste my time
(Waste my time)
But tell me where your heart is
(Tell me where your heart is)
Keys to my car, she took everything
I know a girl that sleeps with a gun
And she held up god for the rest of me
But I've been dodging ricochets
Falling for games she plays
She's the type to go and eat your heart out
And she's been squeezing hand grenades
Turn 'em to lemonade
Count it down, count down
Why you gotta waste my time?
Can we finish what you started?
Tell me where your heart is
And tell me where you went last night
'Cause I let you take my car, but you don't know where you parked it
And every day feels like a broken record
Say it again and again forever
Waste my time
But tell me where your heart is
(Tell me where your heart is)
(You're joking, right?)
(Are you being for real right now?)
Always play the victim in that stupid little one-man show
You've been putting on
I really need to go find
Something new, something different
Still, I repeat, repeat
Missing pieces from my puzzle
My engine lights are blinking
You're a Rubix cube for idiots
Every side's the same now
Body like a temple, but I treat that like a playground
I'm still hanging on to what is wrong with me
It's the same thing wrong with you
Maybe we were meant to be
Why you gotta waste my time?
Can we finish what you started?
Tell me where your heart is
And tell me where you went last night
'Cause I let you take my car, but you don't know where you parked it
And every day feels like a broken record
Say it again and again forever
Waste my time
(Waste my time)
But tell me where your heart is
(Tell me where your heart is)
Why you gotta waste my time?
Can we finish what you started?
Tell me where your heart is
And tell me where you went last night
'Cause I let you take my car, but you don't know where you parked it
And every day feels like a broken record
Say it again and again forever
Waste my time
(Waste my time)
But tell me where your heart is
(Tell me where your heart is)
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew James Malpass, John Villagran, John Clark, Connor Samuel Ball, Sophie Luborsky
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