Rope
Ran out of reasons
And force fed what's leaving
I know I'd be good for you
I'm sorry that this songs about you
But I know that you like when I be less subtle
About not getting over you
It's not see through
Or a window
It's obvious things aren't that simple
Such a funny play to never open up
And I'm sorry that your car is in the shop
I'd go to trade school just to fix it up
If it would help you
You know I'd help you
My lucks spent on shit that disappeared
Or I had fucked up
And everyday I still hate my guts
So what am I doing right?
Ran out of reasons
And force fed what's leaving
I know I'd be good for you
I'm sorry that this songs about you
But I know that you like when I be less subtle
About not getting over you
It's pathetic
But I'll say
Whatever needs to be said
However I can
When I look at my phone it's fucking blank
You never thought to tell me what you think?
Maybe happiness is poison
If it only comes from you
Lopsided view of wrongs and wins
So who are you to tell me a thing?
Or to tell me how I've changed
And I lack the care to care
How I lack the care to care
Ran out of reasons
And force fed what's leaving
I know I'd be good for you
I'm sorry that this songs about you
But I know that you like when I be less subtle
About not getting over you
And force fed what's leaving
I know I'd be good for you
I'm sorry that this songs about you
But I know that you like when I be less subtle
About not getting over you
It's not see through
Or a window
It's obvious things aren't that simple
Such a funny play to never open up
And I'm sorry that your car is in the shop
I'd go to trade school just to fix it up
If it would help you
You know I'd help you
My lucks spent on shit that disappeared
Or I had fucked up
And everyday I still hate my guts
So what am I doing right?
Ran out of reasons
And force fed what's leaving
I know I'd be good for you
I'm sorry that this songs about you
But I know that you like when I be less subtle
About not getting over you
It's pathetic
But I'll say
Whatever needs to be said
However I can
When I look at my phone it's fucking blank
You never thought to tell me what you think?
Maybe happiness is poison
If it only comes from you
Lopsided view of wrongs and wins
So who are you to tell me a thing?
Or to tell me how I've changed
And I lack the care to care
How I lack the care to care
Ran out of reasons
And force fed what's leaving
I know I'd be good for you
I'm sorry that this songs about you
But I know that you like when I be less subtle
About not getting over you
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Godsey
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