Claire Rosinkranz - 123

I'm sorry, I know that you were hopin'
To break something already broken
Guess you won't get the chance
'Cause we finished this dance
I'm wasting your time
And by the way, you're a shitty dancer

I don't wanna say I love you
'Cause that's a little, that's a lotta cliché taboo
Eye to eye, got me high, trippin' over my shoes
On the concrete, got me sick like the flu

Down for the count like one, two, three
Everybody's fallin' in it, it everybody but me
(Wait a minute) wait a minute, I got somewhere to be
On the concrete running 'cause I'm outta your league

I, I just want to mess up what we have
I, maybe you should listen to my dad
I, stop holding onto things you know won't last
Leave the past in the past
It's the past, bitch

Don't call me, we've already spoken
Think you can fix me, are you joking?

Down for the count like one, two, three
That's a little, that's a lot, too much for me
Kind of thought to myself like you plus me
On the sidewalk, oh that'd be something to see

I was looking at my phone, are you on your way?
If you wanna book me, boy, call CAA
I move on fast, I don't really wanna play
Get outta my way, get outta my way

I, I just want to mess up what we have
I, maybe you should listen to my dad
I, stop holding onto things you know won't last
Leave the past in the past
It's the past

Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na na

I, stop holding onto things you know won't last
Leave the past in the past
It's the past, bitch

Written by:
Andrew Wessen, Ben Berger, Claire Rosinkranz, Hayley Gene Penner, Ryan Rabin

Publisher:
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