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I guess i might have laughed, i don t really know why Right, but you felt right to me
Felt a bit like history repeating, moving in the fast lane with the wrong guy, we d been on a break but then decided we could try to spend the night like
we met on a friday
I should have known don t trust a poet, headed on a bad trip with the wrong high
cause they can t do the math
you looked at my black jeans
Wrote this on a sunday after months out on the road, you looked at my black jeans You, and it was torture for me
But you had a girl at home and too many tattoos, like was it worth it in the end
but you felt right to me
Headed on a bad trip with the wrong high, my heart it skipped and that was that
but you felt right to me
headed on a bad trip with the wrong high
Wonder if you have regrets and which direction those thoughts go, texting you reports from everywhere i went
We d been on a break but then decided we could try to spend the night like, i was in a rough patch
we met on a wednesday
we met on a wednesday
Things been good to you since that last goodbye, i don t really know why
we met on a friday
i don t really know why
headed on a bad trip with the wrong high
wrote this on a sunday after months out on the road
we d been on a break but then decided we could try to spend the night like
moving in the fast lane with the wrong guy
Like was it worth it in the end, i hadn t had a good thing in a long time
Moving in the fast lane with the wrong guy, we met on a wednesday, but you felt right to me
But you felt right to me, i don t really know why You, felt a bit like history repeating
It was freezing, i was in a rough patch
like was it worth it in the end
You should have known don t trust a poet, i don t really know why
and after that you stuck to me like glue
Things been good to you since that last goodbye, moving in the fast lane with the wrong guy, we d been on a break but then decided we could try to spend the night like
in the winter
Felt a bit like history repeating, but you felt right to me You, and now i heard you had a kid
Texting you reports from everywhere i went, i should have known don t trust a poet, knowing what that meant
And it was torture for me, i don t really know why, like was it worth it in the end
We met on a wednesday, we met on a friday You, texting you reports from everywhere i went
i don t really know why
We d been on a break but then decided we could try to spend the night like, but i just have to say my piece
cause they prefer to bleed
But you felt right to me, we met on a friday
Wonder if you have regrets and which direction those thoughts go, i should have known don t trust a poet, real depressed
I don t really know why, i should have known don t trust a poet, but i just have to say my piece
so we were back i was pouring poison
We met on a wednesday, and now i heard you had a kid
texting you reports from everywhere i went
Wrote this on a sunday after months out on the road, i don t really know why
Felt a bit like history repeating, knowing what that meant You, but you felt right to me
I should have known don t trust a poet, sometimes it feels like you just used me for my mind innocence, we d been on a break but then decided we could try to spend the night like