PLASTIC STRAW - NASAYA, Tim Atlas

Oh I’m so sick of love

You’re turning me into another person

There was nothing to discuss

You got me drunk with our goodbyes

I think I’m better without you

Running out of excuses to believe

You should take all the back roads

As long as it doesn’t lead you back to me

Never comin' back

Comin' back

Comin' back to me

Comin' back

Comin' back

Comin' back

I’m layin' in the street

Wondering how I feel so defeated

And I wish you didn’t care so much

I’m sinkin' through the pavement of your love

I think I’m better without you

Running out of excuses to believe

You should take all the back roads

As long as it doesn’t lead you back to me

I think I’m better without you

Running out of excuses to believe

You should take all the back roads

As long as it doesn’t lead you back to me

Never comin' back

Comin' back

Comin' back to me

Comin' back

Comin' back

Comin' back

You’re never comin' back

Comin' back

Comin' back to me

Comin' back

Comin' back

Comin' back

You’re never comin' back

Comin' back

Comin' back to me

Comin' back

Comin' back

Comin' back