Album: Easy Cure
There's gotta be a million ways to do this
And I know mine's not the best
But I rather fuck up a million times
Than listening to your advice
And I'm sure you think I'm a hopeless case
But the truth is you're using up my breathing space
I won't cry
(I won't cry for you)
No I won't cry
(I won't cry for you)
You said you're sick of putting out
My half burning cigarette butts
I find it hard to finish what I started
Find it hard to trust
And I'm sure you think I'm a hopeless case
But the truth is you're using up my breathing space
I won't cry
(I won't cry for you)
No I won't cry
(I won't cry for you)
I'm trying hard to concetrate
But my phone won't stop ringing
It's the sound of your voice saying
I'd be better off not trying
Another lost night tryin' to figure out
Exactly what you meant
Another lost night tryin' to figure out
Why I'm still here
I'm trying hard to concetrate
But my phone won't stop ringing
It's the sound of your voice saying
I'd be better off not trying
And I'm sure you think I'm a hopeless case
But the truth is you're using up my breathing space
I won't cry
(I won't cry for you)
No I won't cry
(I won't cry for you)
There's gotta be a million ways to do this
And I know mine's not the best
There's gotta be a million ways to do this