girl I’m
sorry but I’m leaving.
we’re both at fault, we’re both to blame.
and it wasn’t the other men cause there were other women.
this just isn’t love, it’s just the remore of a loss, of a feeling.
even if I stayed it just wouldn’t be the same.
double this drink up into the, tallest glass you got.
you know I aint used to sleeping all, alone.
gonna make it to the moon tonight on a 1 way kamikaze flight.
if I could get so high I’ll leave behind my problems,
take em out with the empty bottles.
oh girl sorry but I’m leaving.
we’re both at fault, we’re both to blame.
and it wasn’t the other men cause there were other women.
this just isn’t love it’s just the remore of a loss of a feeling
even if I stayed it just wouldn’t be the same.
me and this guitar are going swinging blind into the unknown.
you know a song and a stage is all I never needed of a home.
someday I, will call from a payphone in a truckstop on the road
and you’ll tell me how much better off you’ve been on your own.
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