I’ve been skipping through those words, every line
All these songs still keeping you on my mind
Drive in silence by myself
But the quiet never helps
I just keep on playing you on rewind, oh-oh-oh
My heart breaks when I hear it on the radio
That’s our song, gotta turn it up and let it go
My heart breaks when I hear it on the radio, oh-oh-oh-oh
My heart breaks when I hear it on the radio
That’s our song, gotta turn it up and let it go
My heart breaks when I hear it on the radio, oh-oh-oh-oh
I remember all the little things
Like how I used to feel when you hold me
You were the playlist in my life
Everywhere I go, I’m stuck in a memory
Now all those songs that we call hits are the songs that make me sick
Always skipping past that track number nine
Are you feeling what I’m feeling cuz’
My heart breaks when I hear it on the radio
That’s our song, gotta turn it up and let it go
My heart breaks when I hear it on the radio, oh-oh-oh-oh
My heart breaks when I hear it on the radio
That’s our song, gotta turn it up and let it go
My heart breaks when I hear it on the radio, oh-oh-oh-oh
Yay, let it go
My heart breaks, my heart breaks-breaks
My heart breaks when I hear it on the radio
That’s our song, gotta turn it up and let it go
My heart breaks when I hear it on the radio, oh-oh-oh-oh
My heart breaks when I hear it on the radio
That’s our song, gotta turn it up and let it go
My heart breaks when I hear it on the radio, oh-oh-oh-oh
Other lyrics by Jessica Baio:
Radio
I’ve been skipping through those words, every line All these songs still keeping you on my mind Drive in silence by myself But the quiet never helps I just keep on …
accident
I’m lookin’ in your eyes Don’t you know that I can see right through ya Trying not to cry ‘Cause I know you’re gonna make excuses …
bad times
Sunset, skyline, window, high-rise Most days I’m fine, but right now I can’t lie I’m sort of empty, and I’m supposed to be happy But some things …
break up with me
I’m in a bad situation Might be the worst relationship I’ve been in It’s just too complicated Can’t find a way of escaping it They say sticks and …
el roy st.
You’re stealing my heart like we’re Bonnie and Clyde 110 on a back road, my ride-or-die Left hand on the wheel while we’re chasing the sun Yeah, …