[Verse 1] Can't listen to Ruston, can't listen to Maren It's getting depressing ridin' ‘round in this car Try to tell you a story Baby, you just ignore me Unless I'm pattin' your back, callin' all the rest hacks You're the brightest star
[Pre-Chorus] I'm a little tired of the measurin' stick If I wasn't in love, I'd call you kind of a dick There's a long list of those who did you wrong But I can't keep track, it's so damn long
[Chorus] I can't wait to fly myself back to LA I'll be singin' out “Dying Star” night and day Nashville's not as cool as it used to be Or maybe it's your broken air conditioning
[Verse 2] You say it's survival that's got you acting like a child You say it's your ex-wife who stole the best of your life And your dad has got no taste, and your sister is basic But you'll scoop up their handouts While making fun of their Asics And you'rе always the victim of some much bigger systеm And this car's gettin' hotter as your singing gets louder
[Pre-Chorus] Can we take a break and listen to the radio? I've heard this song twenty-five times in a row And, baby, it's a demo from a decade ago This Honda seems to suck the life right out of me Or maybe it's your broken air conditioning
I'm so tired, I'm so tired I'm so tired, I'm so tired I'm so tired, I'm so tired I'm so tired, I'm so tired
[Pre-Chorus] I'm a little tired of the measurin' stick If I wasn't in love, I'd call you kind of a dick I'm a little tired of the broken shower Of the IRS, of the lack of sex I'm so tired I can't get out of bed But you're sure it's my fault, it's all in my head
[Chorus] Oh, I can't wait to fly myself back to LA I'll be singin' “Bummin Cigarettes” the whole way Nashville's not as cool as it used to be Or maybe it's your broken air conditioningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.