Sold your car to pay for gas in mine
With no plan in mind
Following interstate lines to find that new kind of high
Something I couldn’t get back, I wish that I could rewind
And retie the knot that we had entwined
But you’ll be back before I know it with apologies and roses
And I know you’ll never own it like you used to
So I place them in my vases to forget the way you tasted
While you’re stumbling, still wasted when you choose to
Don’t let yourself lose me
I won’t be your vice
Don’t use me
Yeah, I’m sick of this life with your two-faced tendencies
Swear you’ll be the end of me
I ain’t gonna take no more
Don’t let yourself lose me
And I could only ever blame myself
For the pain you’ve dealt
Why do I run to your side to make me walk through hell?
And why would you leave me to die instead of fixing yourself?
When I say you need help, you storm out
But you’ll be back before I know it with apologies and roses
And I know you’ll never own it like you used to
So I place them in my vases to forget the way you tasted
While you’re stumbling, still wasted when you choose to
Don’t let yourself lose me
I won’t be your vice
Don’t use me
Yeah, I’m sick of this life with your two-faced tendencies
Swear you’ll be the end of me
I ain’t gonna take no more
Don’t let yourself lose me
Lately I’ve been sick of it
The guilt that I’ve been stricken with
A vicious twitch is living in my head
And it seems to fall on top of me
Your ruthless animosity
It’s probably my fault for playing dead
But you’ll be back before I know it with apologies and roses
And I know you’ll never own it like you used to
So I place them in my vases to forget the way you tasted
While you’re stumbling, still wasted while you choose to
Don’t let yourself lose me
I won’t be your vice
Don’t use me
Yeah, I’m sick of this life
Other lyrics by Cameron Whitcomb:
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Bad Apple
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By My Own Hand
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Call For You
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Digging Holes
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