Felt like six summers long,
We had some more to go, king of the rodeo,
So wear your paper crown,
Was a fool to hope that you were something more,
It's true you're sinning,
But got a confession
I never wanna run, I never never wanna run, I never
I got the blues and draw on ur marble flaws,
There's something 'bout your ways and,
Light up and keep me faded,
Got the blues and draw on our marble flaws,
There's something 'bout your ways and,
Light up and keep me faded,
And you were mine, you were mine,
You were mine, and you,
And you were mine, you were mine,
You were mine, and you were mine, mine, mine.
Loneliness, over this, love is the price of bag,
(Felt like six summers long)
Pressure to hold it, depression, I ain't even sad,
(King of the rodeo),
It's true you're sinning,
It's true you're winning,
I never wanna run, I never never wanna run, I never,
I got the blues and draw on our marble flaws,
There's something 'bout your ways and,
Light up and keep me faded,
Got the blues and draw on our marble flaws,
There's something in your ways and,
Light up and keep me faded,
And you were mine, you were mine,
You were mine, and you,
And you were mine, you were mine
You were mine, and you were mine, mine, mine.
Were mine, and you were mine, mine, mine, mine
Were mine, you were mine, mine, mine, mine