These days
I'm not caught up how I used to
These days
I'm not hung up over you
These days
I'm looking for the right way
To do the wrong things
I'm not worried about you
So, you miss me, so what?
You're blind eyed, grow up
I'm somewhere in the Midwest on the dirt roads and a pickup truck
Tired of the blues, yeah
Love me, that's a fool's game
I crack the spell and break the voodoo
From the city of sinners
You're breaking my heart
In your winter comes sickness
Buried deep in my arms
These days
I'm not caught up how I used to
These days
I'm not hung up over you
These days
I'm looking for the right way
To do the wrong things
I'm not worried about you
So, I needed some space
From the time that we're wasting
Don't know where you lost me but we're both suffocating
The longer I wait the more that I want to
Open myself to something new
It's a fatal attraction
And we're feeding the flames
Oh, you're my biggest distraction
And I'm tired of the games
These days
I'm not caught up how I used to
These days
I'm not hung up over you
These days
I'm looking for the right way
To do the wrong things
I'm not worried about you
July Quin - These Days (feat. Will Shish) Lyrics
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These days
I'm not caught up how I used to
These days
I'm not hung up over you
These days
I'm looking for the right way
To do the wrong things
I'm not worried about you
So, you miss me, so what?
You're blind eyed, grow up
I'm somewhere in the Midwest on the dirt roads and a pickup truck
Tired of the blues, yeah
Love me, that's a fool's game
I crack the spell and break the voodoo
From the city of sinners
You're breaking my heart
In your winter comes sickness
Buried deep in my arms
These days
I'm not caught up how I used to
These days
I'm not hung up over you
These days
I'm looking for the right way
To do the wrong things
I'm not worried about you
So, I needed some space
From the time that we're wasting
Don't know where you lost me but we're both suffocating
The longer I wait the more that I want to
Open myself to something new
It's a fatal attraction
And we're feeding the flames
Oh, you're my biggest distraction
And I'm tired of the games
These days
I'm not caught up how I used to
These days
I'm not hung up over you
These days
I'm looking for the right way
To do the wrong things
I'm not worried about you
I'm not caught up how I used to
These days
I'm not hung up over you
These days
I'm looking for the right way
To do the wrong things
I'm not worried about you
So, you miss me, so what?
You're blind eyed, grow up
I'm somewhere in the Midwest on the dirt roads and a pickup truck
Tired of the blues, yeah
Love me, that's a fool's game
I crack the spell and break the voodoo
From the city of sinners
You're breaking my heart
In your winter comes sickness
Buried deep in my arms
These days
I'm not caught up how I used to
These days
I'm not hung up over you
These days
I'm looking for the right way
To do the wrong things
I'm not worried about you
So, I needed some space
From the time that we're wasting
Don't know where you lost me but we're both suffocating
The longer I wait the more that I want to
Open myself to something new
It's a fatal attraction
And we're feeding the flames
Oh, you're my biggest distraction
And I'm tired of the games
These days
I'm not caught up how I used to
These days
I'm not hung up over you
These days
I'm looking for the right way
To do the wrong things
I'm not worried about you
Writer: Julio Quinones, Will Shishmanian
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