Twentythree

Imprimer

I got to tell you that he waited all his life
For someone like you to come make the wrong things right
I know he didn't have the answers all the time
But you can't tell me that you've never told a lie

We're almost twenty-three and you're still mad at me
So much that I said to you and I want to take it back now
Twenty-three and it's so sad to me
You tell the world I'm dead to you but I know you want me back now

Was it fun for you to watch him fall apart
And suffocate him while you held him in your arms
I swear to God I wish he never let you in
And I just hope we never hear from you again

We're almost twenty-three and you're still mad at me
So much that I said to you and I want to take it back now
Twenty-three and it's so sad to me
you tell the world I'm dead to you but I know you want me back

Wasted on you, Wasted on you

Twenty-three and you're still mad at me
So much that I said to you and I want to take it back now
Twenty-three and it's so sad to me
You tell the world I'm dead to you but I know you want me back now

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