The Afternooners - BETCHA Lyrics

There's a sign says the house is sold Does it mean that I'm feeling cold Place where we thought
We'd grow old
Stories written and the
Books been closed
But the future is bright
I will pack my bags tight and
Carve out my own life
So don't ask my advice
My answers precise
This is all I can tell you
Betcha won't find it here
No you won't find it here
Grown up now got a place of my own Worked my fingers all to the bone Now and then
You try to call my phone
But I'm far better off alone
First time in my life
I won't stay up all night
Pulling my hair out
I will prevail you can go rot in hell
If you're looking for love well
Betcha won't find it here
No you won't find it here
Betcha won't find it here
No you won't find it here
Betcha won't find it here
No you won't find it here
Betcha won't find it here
No you won't find it here