And I’m guessing you still think I still got that I burned it up, I burned it up, I burned it And I’m guessing you still think you got it like that I burned it up, I burned it up, I burned it All the pictures, all the letters, all the memories of you I burned it up, I burned it up, I burned it Sitting at the fireplace Forgetting everything I did in them old days
Like a coin to a packer with a hole We were like them, nothing less, nothing more Here’s your 50 cent, fine! You can keep it Cause you are a little late and your pockets is empty You used to be my wind and I was your dust I’ll follow you everywhere you could thrust The end of the day comes nigh Now I know wrong from right I remember the night you was walking Hand in hand with that flimsy girl And you made sure I’d end up feeling like it hits my bones It took some time to open up my eyes Now the grass is surely greener on the other side I’m glad that I can say, I got this fool out my mind
And I’m guessing you still think I still got that I burned it up, I burned it up, I burned it And I’m guessing you still think you got it like that I burned it up, I burned it up, I burned it All the pictures, all the letters, all the memories of you I burned it up, I burned it up, I burned it Sitting at the fireplace Forgetting everything I did in them old days
I need a boy, lookin lookin at my phone Hopping, praying you could call it It got too quiet so ended up falling falling falling Sunken down, sunken down An di was here to 11, and now you’re expecting For me to come around cause what we had was profound You don’t miss your water until it runs dry Never like before, you had me wrong with your lies
And I’m guessing you still think I still got that I burned it up, I burned it up, I burned it And I’m guessing you still think you got it like that I burned it up, I burned it up, I burned it All the pictures, all the letters, all the memories of you I burned it up, I burned it up, I burned it Sitting at the fireplace Forgetting everything I did in them old days
To be honest I was a little clueless Didn’t know that you’d end up being so heartless I was mess when you left After all the stress babe, they should put you under arrest Now you’re over here thinking you could get it back Look at you, still thinking you want that I tell you what.. you can kiss my assTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
