作曲 : Claire Chicha/David Marinelli
[Verse 1]
I hear you two
Banging in the hotel room
But if you cut me loose
I'll never get to say I fixed you
[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause your fingers are my only home
And these feelings make me lose all hope
[Chorus]
I wanna say it first, don't make it worse
Gonna say good luck then pistol-whip you
Behind your truck, to clear the air
Conversation sucks
I wanna say it first, don't make it worse
Gonna say good luck then pistol-whip you
Behind your truck, to clear the air
Conversation sucks
[Verse 2]
I can't undo
The ways that I loved you
Lead in your gut, put bleach in the cut
I'm worried they might see it different than us
[Chorus]
I wanna say it first (Say it first), don't makе it worse
Gonna say good luck (Good luck), then pistol-whip you
Behind your truck (Thе ways that I loved you), to clear the air
Conversation sucks (Lead in your gut, put bleach in the cut)
(I'm worried they might see it different than us)