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It's so late
On a Monday night
The faulty lock on the door
But I'll stay up thinking, I'll stay upright
Flipping back through all the reasons why
I'm wondering now where I went wrong
Those awkward moments and those old songs
And those conversations that went on for way too long

And I'll try my best
To make this thing make sense
We'll have the last laugh
There's one thing I should ask

If you run away tomorrow
Can I meet you halfway
It's all talk until I say I walked the whole way
You can't un-say the words from my ears
It's hopeless I know this but Ill stay too fixed
To give up on this

And I'm walking the outskirts of a
Town you used to love
And I'm sorry if I make it sound like
That's all that we've got
After graduation, table for six
And falling in the snow
It's a rare near miss or a death wish
And it's time for this to go

And I'll try my best
To make this thing make sense
We're making ourselves laugh again
I never tried to argue my innocence
"Sometimes things work out this way"
That's all I ever tried to say
Before leaving and wishing I never got to a place that I could leave

If you run away tomorrow
Can I meet you halfway
It's all talk until I say I walked the whole way
You can't un-say the words from my ears
You can't un-say and I can't un-hear

If you run away tomorrow
I would turn back if could now but I'm stuck
It's all just sugarcoat
A ribbon tied around your f*cking bad luck
So I'll drop my gloves
But leaving this won't change my lack of two-sense
I'm walking back to when I wore the words that you lent

If you run away tomorrow
Would it kill you to let me know just when and where
Turn my back on this again
Cause I never had the guts to dare
And I will try my best
But leaving here would render all this useless
If I were you I'd wait it out-
Are you even listening
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It's so late
On a Monday night
The faulty lock on the door
But I'll stay up thinking, I'll stay upright
Flipping back through all the reasons why
I'm wondering now where I went wrong
Those awkward moments and those old songs
And those conversations that went on for way too long

And I'll try my best
To make this thing make sense
We'll have the last laugh
There's one thing I should ask

If you run away tomorrow
Can I meet you halfway
It's all talk until I say I walked the whole way
You can't un-say the words from my ears
It's hopeless I know this but Ill stay too fixed
To give up on this

And I'm walking the outskirts of a
Town you used to love
And I'm sorry if I make it sound like
That's all that we've got
After graduation, table for six
And falling in the snow
It's a rare near miss or a death wish
And it's time for this to go

And I'll try my best
To make this thing make sense
We're making ourselves laugh again
I never tried to argue my innocence
"Sometimes things work out this way"
That's all I ever tried to say
Before leaving and wishing I never got to a place that I could leave

If you run away tomorrow
Can I meet you halfway
It's all talk until I say I walked the whole way
You can't un-say the words from my ears
You can't un-say and I can't un-hear

If you run away tomorrow
I would turn back if could now but I'm stuck
It's all just sugarcoat
A ribbon tied around your f*cking bad luck
So I'll drop my gloves
But leaving this won't change my lack of two-sense
I'm walking back to when I wore the words that you lent

If you run away tomorrow
Would it kill you to let me know just when and where
Turn my back on this again
Cause I never had the guts to dare
And I will try my best
But leaving here would render all this useless
If I were you I'd wait it out-
Are you even listening
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Writer: Grayson Hardwick, Sean O'Grady, James Matthews, Ian Valenzano
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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