TALK IT OUT!
I'm getting to my last cigarette
And the floor lost all of it's taste
Drank some water but the tap, tapped out
Dry embrace you laughed t'ill it hurt
And at night, I'll go out, buy some friends
And TALK IT OUT
And at night, I'll go out, buy some friends
And TALK IT OUT
I'm sitting twelve and a half feet from the door
And about to step out for a smoke
I'm waiting on my dirty laundry to get ready
It smells and tastes just like me
You might think, well at first
Well alright, well okay, well just fine
But you get a little closer, honey, you'll find out
I'm a trash bag, silver fox
I'm a lover and a goner
I'm a lover and a goner
I'm a lover and a goner
I'm a lover and a goner
I got twelve things to get me better
I found out I was a jerk
A straight plan to get out of a mess
I lost my wallet, gun, underneath the drums
I lost my sense of direction, 1642
What a bloody mistake
I lost all of it when you said
Tchao Bella, Good luck to ya!
And I'm getting to my last cigarettes
And the floor lost all of it's taste
Drank some water but the tap, tapped out
Dry embrace you laughed t'ill you hurt
And at night, I'll go out, buy some friends
TALK IT OUT
And at night, I'll go out, buy some friends
TALK IT OUT
Play the music, oh so loud
Make the cupboards shake
And the plates reverberate
Against the walls
Against the walls
Well there are so many hours to play
I got to find another way
We'll Talk it out
And the floor lost all of it's taste
Drank some water but the tap, tapped out
Dry embrace you laughed t'ill it hurt
And at night, I'll go out, buy some friends
And TALK IT OUT
And at night, I'll go out, buy some friends
And TALK IT OUT
I'm sitting twelve and a half feet from the door
And about to step out for a smoke
I'm waiting on my dirty laundry to get ready
It smells and tastes just like me
You might think, well at first
Well alright, well okay, well just fine
But you get a little closer, honey, you'll find out
I'm a trash bag, silver fox
I'm a lover and a goner
I'm a lover and a goner
I'm a lover and a goner
I'm a lover and a goner
I got twelve things to get me better
I found out I was a jerk
A straight plan to get out of a mess
I lost my wallet, gun, underneath the drums
I lost my sense of direction, 1642
What a bloody mistake
I lost all of it when you said
Tchao Bella, Good luck to ya!
And I'm getting to my last cigarettes
And the floor lost all of it's taste
Drank some water but the tap, tapped out
Dry embrace you laughed t'ill you hurt
And at night, I'll go out, buy some friends
TALK IT OUT
And at night, I'll go out, buy some friends
TALK IT OUT
Play the music, oh so loud
Make the cupboards shake
And the plates reverberate
Against the walls
Against the walls
Well there are so many hours to play
I got to find another way
We'll Talk it out
Credits
Writer(s): Armel Pichot, Ethan Feunteun-walsh
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