Turning Page - Chipping Nails
Chipping Nails ain't no funSo thanks for never calling
Even on my birthday
I know you weren't asleep but that's okay
You always put the blame on me
But come on sweetheart see how bold I can be
Stop punching drywall and
Answer my fucking calls
I wish I never spent Sunday
Watching football
And by the way, it's not a trait
To only play Melee
Sometimes I wonder what you're up to
I wonder if my paintings
In the corner of your room
I haven't slept well lately
Driving through rain has
Kept my mind from Racing
I drove two hours just to be back home
But things have changed and
I thought that you should know
Stop punching drywall and
Answer my fucking calls
I wish I never spent Sunday
Watching football
And by the way, it's not a trait
To only play Melee
Stop punching drywall and
Answer my fucking calls
I wish I never spent Sunday
Watching football
And by the way, it's not a trait
To only play Melee
Written by:
Atticus Stockdale, Hailey Howard, Maggie Trumpower
Publisher:
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