point blank
I been dreading telling August, that the well ran dry
But you know he's a man (and so am I)
And now the house plant's dying
And the city girl's crying
There's nothing left for me here
He's giving up on trying
Cause the love's gone quiet
There's nothing left for me here
O-oh, who'd of known it'd be me that would get in my way (Tripping on my own mistakes)
O-oh, no matter how much I drink, I'll remember your taste
And I'll take it point blank
And by the end of your night, I'll be clear in your sight
So baby lean in, take your aim
And I'll take it point blank
You'll make a move then I'll copy (I did it, everything I could)
They cut the helping hands off my body, oh
There's not a dollar to spot me (Have you thought of me lately?)
They wouldn't even look for me probably
So is this my end?
Spendin' hours tryna talk me off a ledge
Tryna pick up pieces, but baby, there's nothing left
Maybe things will be different this time
O-oh, who'd of known it'd be me that would get in my way (tripping on my own mistakes)
O-oh, no matter how much I drink, I'll remember your taste
And I'll take it point blank
And by the end of your night, I'll be clear in your sight
So baby lean in, take your aim
And I'll take it point blank
And I'll take it point blank
So baby lean in, take your aim
And I'll take it point blank
But you know he's a man (and so am I)
And now the house plant's dying
And the city girl's crying
There's nothing left for me here
He's giving up on trying
Cause the love's gone quiet
There's nothing left for me here
O-oh, who'd of known it'd be me that would get in my way (Tripping on my own mistakes)
O-oh, no matter how much I drink, I'll remember your taste
And I'll take it point blank
And by the end of your night, I'll be clear in your sight
So baby lean in, take your aim
And I'll take it point blank
You'll make a move then I'll copy (I did it, everything I could)
They cut the helping hands off my body, oh
There's not a dollar to spot me (Have you thought of me lately?)
They wouldn't even look for me probably
So is this my end?
Spendin' hours tryna talk me off a ledge
Tryna pick up pieces, but baby, there's nothing left
Maybe things will be different this time
O-oh, who'd of known it'd be me that would get in my way (tripping on my own mistakes)
O-oh, no matter how much I drink, I'll remember your taste
And I'll take it point blank
And by the end of your night, I'll be clear in your sight
So baby lean in, take your aim
And I'll take it point blank
And I'll take it point blank
So baby lean in, take your aim
And I'll take it point blank
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Writer(s): Eric Lopez
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