Sunday morning, and I feel sorry about the pieces of me That I left at your house Down on luck, my mind was anxious and You made me face it with your lips on my neck And a taste from the bottle
I’ve got this funny feeling that you’ve got this funny feeling As I watch you dance above me
Wait, you could be my best mistake That I’ve just been dying to make And when the fireworks faded I can’t believe I ever contemplated You’ve got me tired and tied up You’re my best mistake
Monday morning, a lot less boring When you trace over my tattoos with your finger We got drunk and I felt stupid But you helped me through it Goddamn, you’re tearing me apart
I’ve got this funny feeling that you’ve got this funny feeling As I watch you dance above me
Wait, you could be my best mistake That I’ve just been dying to make And when the fireworks faded I can’t believe I ever contemplated You’ve got me tired and tied up You’re my best mistake
I’m not trying to get you off my chest I’ll let delusion rest in my mind I’m not trying to get you off my chest; It’s where you lay best in my mind
You could be my best mistake That I’ve just been dying to make And when the fireworks faded I can’t believe I ever contemplated You’ve got me tired and tied up You’re my best mistake
You’re my best mistake And when the fireworks faded I can’t believe I ever contemplated You’ve got me tired and tied up My best mistake (You're my best mistake)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
