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Composed by：Matt Bullard

I can't think without being nauseas

The sheets are stained with our conscience

I can't get them out even if I washed them

For this feeling I may have been the one who caused it

And those clouds we breathed into the light

They rained on us heavy that night

Should've flown lower as your lover

And higher as your friend

Now I understand

Yellow pack in the front seat

Cigarette in my mouth

I haven't slept in weeks

So I guess I'll have this drink

Baby I'm sorry you know it

Didn't mean to let your heart down

Guess I'm not the boy I was saying

The one you heard around town

And if you know you know

But if you go you go

Whatever