Texty

One, two, three So you wrote today to see if I'm okay Only took five weeks to do Sure you've crossed my mind, but not all the time I make sure my plates all full I haven't really thought that much about it I don't even want you to explain I'm sitting in a bar really, really Far, far away Of course, it's never easy when it breaks A heart can break in many different shapes It wasn't in the cards, future isn't ours That's okay But soon the days will be the same So what's the point in crying anyway? Mm Mm It's karaoke night, it's a talent show Between songs, I fight back tears I can't handle beer, but where to after here? I know I'm not going home I got so much freedom now that I can waste Don't want to spend it all in one place I need to spread it out see what it's about For myself But soon the days will be the same So what's the point in crying anyway? Hm What's the point in crying anyway? Mm What's the point in crying anyway? So you wrote today and it felt okay Only took one year to get here Just a little cut, doesn't hurt that much But you're always gonna be there But soon the days will be the same So what's the point in crying anyway?
Writer(s): Rhys Clarstedt Frank, Frans Linus Wilhelm Stohr Thorell, Teodor Erik Zeron Runsioe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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