It Gets Old
I was wondering what you meant, when you said
You thought i was a mess, balanced on the edge
Maybe, maybe, I'm not, time to disagree
I see, I see, it clear, you were leading me
Every time that i come over you're away
And I can forget all the things that you would say
Every time that I come over you're away
It gets old
And I was taking the blame, for you again
When everything fell apart, reflecting what we are
So far, so far, we ran, ended at the start
I see, I see, it clear, you were leading me
Writer/s: ANDREW EVANS, JASON HAWTHORNE, LOUIS PRICE, PATRICK CONN, ROBBIE REID
