Cam Nacson

Break
Drain, pools that lead to rum
Drain, all you felt was fun
Praying, you're praying that I'm not too dumb
And yet you're praying, you're praying I'm not too numb to understand your words
You're spelling them out like crosswords for me
Leaving me out with adverbs honey
Where're we gonna find all our money?

Well, old roads they lead nowhere
My hands lead to your hair

Fight, It's the only way we survive
Fight, its either that or we hide
We lied, we told ourselves its night
Don't lie, you know it's not alright
We're thinking about it too much you know
Thinking I'll be ok if you don't show
But the only truth is the one we both know

I, I won't try to miss you
because I, I don't think I'll have to

Stop, we're giving this thing a chance
Then go, with only one small glance
Are we kidding ourselves with our new ideas
Running but I got no one my dear
Somehow I know the end is so clear

I, I won't try to miss you
Because I, I don't think I'll have to
No I, I don't think I'll have to

Old roads they lead nowhere
My hands lead to your hair
Old roads they lead nowhere
My hands lead to your hair
Old roads they lead nowhere
My hands lead to your hair
Old roads they lead nowhere
My hands lead to your hair

I won't try to miss you
But I don't think I'll have to

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