歌词
My mind proceeds with the thought
That there's some other guy who isn't I
Tear my eye, broken down on his timeline
My stomach runs on fumes,
Nothing there but rotten perfume,
It isn't me to lose my cool like this
With a smile, you turn the knife
Spill my guts on the floor
But wait, hold that thought
I don't wanna hear about this anymore
Brown eyes, drown the white stains
With ease like the flick of a brush
Lost our touch, but how long
Must I wait till we're done
Was it foolish to believe,
Hearts and miss ya" meant a thing
If it isn't me, then why'd do me like this
You smile, and turn the knife
Spill my guts on the floor
But wait, hold that thought
I don't wanna hear about this anymore