Olé

It wasn't bout the money it was bout the quality of life
We were good at making love
And we were good at taking bad advice
I know I know I know
It's not a state of mind
I know I know I know
You wanna make it right
I know I know I know
I hate it every time
You tell me that your mother
Says I'm such a fucking lowlife
I'm not your Mr. Miracle Man
I'm never gonna make us okay
I'm a matador with a spear in my hand
Dodging that pain like olé
Olé olé
Dodging that pain like olé
Olé olé
I'm never gonna make us okay
Ohhh ohhh
I'm never gonna make us okay
You keep telling me I'll lose ya but I don't wanna lose another year
You can write a sob-story for somebody who can dry your tears
Oh I know I know I know
It's probably gonna hurt
I know I know I know
For better or for worse
I'm not your Mr. Miracle Man
I'm never gonna make us okay
I'm a matador with a spear in my hand
Dodging that pain like olé
Olé olé
Dodging that pain like olé
Olé olé
I'm never gonna make us okay
Ohhh ohhh
I'm never gonna make us okay
You can dial me drunk
I'll pick it up
But don't expect the kinda love I gave you
Good Morning texts
The same friends
Got no regrets
I'll see ya when I see ya
No drink no drugs
No healing these cuts
No medication gonna save us no
I'm not your Mr. Miracle Man
I'm never gonna make us okay
I'm a matador with a spear in my hand
Dodging that pain like olé
Olé olé
Dodging that pain like olé
Olé olé
I'm never gonna make us okay
Ohhh ohhh
I'm never gonna make us okay



Credits
Writer(s): Joey Moi, Sean Van Vleet
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