Bummer Hill - Bad News

Are ya gonna tell me anything you're thinking that I'd like to hear?
Seems like bad news on my doorstep every time that you come near
I can tell that you're not hearing anything of what I have to say
So I'm screaming in my car before I leave my parking space
I know
You're just thinking out loud
You don't know I'm not so well
And I've been thinking about us
And how I'm not enough
It's been a long time coming but
You said it yourself
You said it yourself
Is this gonna be the type of thing you think about when you're alone?
Because I feel my insides melting when I see you hit my phone
And I know you're gonna hate me when I tell you that I'm not gonna stay
So instead I'll make up answers to those questions that I hate
And I know
You're just thinking out loud
You don't know me I can tell
And I've been thinking about us
And how you're not so tough
To make me feel like such a dunce
You must be so fucked up
And now you've got me fucked
It feels like bad news on my door
And I've been wanting so much more
It feels like bad news at my door
And I've been wanting so much more
'Cause every single time we touch
It just feels like you've had enough

Written by:
Jack Kern

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