Bad News from Maybe by Donut Larsen

There are hardwood floors in your bedroom
My feet are slipping but the ground ain’t even wet
There I go, sliding my way right up to the top
I just haven’t slid thru you yet
I’m spilling my whole life out of a bottle
It’s slipping thru my fingers to be puddles on the floor
I thought I would die out there without you, girl
Now I don’t think I need you anymore
Show me respect, or show me a picture
Give me a life or a magazine
I’m running in circles here about you baby
Why’d you ever come back to me?
Not feeling happy ain’t the same as being sad, now
And ‘didn’t know’ is different than ‘didn’t care’
It’s like this is the only highway that I can roll down
In this car that runs it’s motor on despair
I’ve got every single reason not to make it
But I can’t seem to remember even one
You might not care that much about me girl
But you will care by the time I’m done
Tell me a joke, or tell me that it’s over
I’m so ready to start leaving you be
Can’t help but wonder why
You don’t just leave me here to dry
Why’d you ever come back to me?

(Give me one good reason not to burn this bridge
I’ll burn every single building that we raised)

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