I'm gonna stay here 'cause there's nothing else to do I'm on a winner loving you And when you find me on the backstreets on the way up Pull me closer to the graces of the day
I know what you did to me Baby we can hurry, we can try to see We can take it back, make it all repeat We don't have to worry now (worry now)
So you can tell me I'm not the friend you wanted but you You've got to play the part that I knew I think you need to walk in my shoes Know what I do
Help me, I'm trying It's okay that you're mad We can do it like that, maybe I get so helpless I know I've been sad But you never come back, yeah
Trading on the taste of you It's not like I ever try to think things through We can bring it under if you need to prove Maybe I'm in trouble now, trouble now So you can tell me
It's not the side you're on but we know You got to give it up now, go slow I think you pushed the limit too low I guess I'll go, I'll go
Help me (Since you've been so unaware) I'm trying (I changed my mind and cut my hair) It's okay that you're mad (I'm not okay with nothing to do) We can do it like that, maybe I get (I don't want another lately) So helpless (Waiting for you made me crazy) I know I've been sad (Trans-Atlantic talking it through) But you never come back, yeah
I'm gonna stay here 'cause there's nothing else to do I'm on a winner loving you And when you find me on the backstreets on the way up Pull me closer to the graces of the day
Trading on the taste of you (I'm gonna stay here 'cause there's nothing else to do) It's not like I ever try to think things through (I'm on a winner loving you) We can bring it under if you need to prove (And when you find me on the backstreets on the way up) Maybe I'm in trouble now, trouble now (Pull me closer to the graces of the day)
Help me (Since you've been so unaware) I'm trying (I changed my mind and cut my hair) It's okay that you're mad (I'm not okay with nothing to do) We can do it like that, maybe I get (I don't want another lately) So helpless (Waiting for you made me crazy) I know I've been sad (Trans-Atlantic talking it through) But you never come back, yeah
You take your blessings from the secrets of the past Forget your lovers when you do And when we find you in the backseat of the Skyline In the suburbs with your brothers by The BraeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
