My mind can’t stop racing it’s hard to pretend, you’ve had your last chance now it’s time for you to go away. Do you hear yourself? With every little word you say it’s always bringing be down, and I’ll never see you tonight it hurts to say, I did you wrong you know but that’s ok, will you give me a chance? Will you give me a chance, to say I’m sorry, for what I’ve done, for what I’ve done
lyrics: Gimme all your love and I'll give it back to you I'm giving everything you ask for She say "Are you really hearing me, Are you speaking false to me?" I gotta thirty in my back draw And I wanna go away but won't, cause I'll be breaking you We like can't control the pace My heart race when you're in the room So I put my feet up Drink the liter Says she loves me, I don't believe her Text my phone now, hit my beeper On the road now, point the seat up Time is the only way we'll find, if you really care Says she mine but I can't really feel that Know that you love me, but listen to me Don't take out the anger in your system with me I got you now, hope you're not foul I would never mistreat you (That's okay) (You don't have to put me that's okay) (You're so broken, haha) Gimme all your love and I'll give it back to you I'm giving everything you ask for She say "Are you really hearing me, Are you speaking false to me?" I gotta thirty in my back draw And I wanna go away but won't, cause I'll be breaking you We like can't control the pace My heart race when you're in the room Gimme all your love and I'll give it back to you I'm giving everything you ask for She say "Are you really hearing me, Are you speaking false to me?" I gotta thirty in my back draw And I wanna go away but won't, cause I'll be breaking you We like can't control the pace My heart race when you're in the room
I was fucking blown away by this song when I first heard it. It so beautifully captures the feeling of reminiscing on your youth and the bittersweetness of you and your friends going separate ways. And this guy was only like 18 when he wrote this. I’m 24 now. The feeling only gets stronger as you get older. I’m astounded that he was able to write something so mature at 18. Part of me wants to shake him and tell him that HE’S STILL A KID.
