What is it about the truth?
When, we got a habit of breaking some rules.
Back and forth, all afternoon.
We can't stop, or make it brand new.
Something in the way we fight,
You take my card, you fast through the night.
Oh I'm out of my mind, out of your sight.
Out of control, we never know why.
Cause we're so good at wasting time, that we can not even control.
Sometimes we just don't align that we're no good alone.
I don't want to leave this town cause I got some rules for calling my heart now.
Oh you're not leaving anyway, so go ahead and lay under my arms now.
You're running far enough away to call me back down, yeah.
Cause we're so good at wasting time, that we can not even control.
Sometimes we just don't align that we're no good alone.
Don't want to be alone Tonight, no.
Don't want to be alone tonight, no.

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