Does it feel good to be right about me?
You always thought I hadn’t changed
I bet it feels good to be right about me
You always had such little faith
11 days doesn’t seem that long
But, it **** sure did for me
I knew the day that I gave in
To how I used to be
Would be the day you finally called me
That day that I gave in
I was laying down across his chest
Wrapped in sheets and sin
The moment that I hung up
The silence killed my heart
I cried on the drive, and when I got home
I tore myself apart
I told you about what happened
You deserved the truth
There was silence on the line
Then your voice was small, and blue
“I gotta go,” you told me
And then you hung up the phone
I knew right then and there
I was meant to be alone.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
Does it feel good to be right about me?
You always thought I hadn’t changed
I bet it feels good to be right about me
You always had such little faith
11 days doesn’t seem that long
But, it **** sure did for me
I knew the day that I gave in
To how I used to be
Would be the day you finally called me
That day that I gave in
I was laying down across his chest
Wrapped in sheets and sin
The moment that I hung up
The silence killed my heart
I cried on the drive, and when I got home
I tore myself apart
I told you about what happened
You deserved the truth
There was silence on the line
Then your voice was small, and blue
“I gotta go,” you told me
And then you hung up the phone
I knew right then and there
I was meant to be alone.
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