VYNCE - Taste Тексты

Kisses in the rain, suck it up it's all the same
This defamation game puts daggers in my mind.
Sundays are a drag, Mondays always break my back
And it's only when I'm sad I leave it all behind.

The feeling, you leaving, it makes me wanna scream
The mistakes, the heartache, it suffocates my dreams
You push me and you shove, but I'd never call this love
I wanna live forever but I don't think that's enough

It's harder being useful, than it is being useless
And I'm just being truthful, and I don't wanna do this
And it's hard to get away, it's hard to take this pain
I just don't want my life to go to waste just to satisfy my taste.

Leave yourself alone, Friday nights I'm never home
I take the time to grow, I try to grow on you
Mondays are a drag
Sundays always break my back
And it's only when I'm sad
I sugarcoat the truth.
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