Lyrics

I don't show up early I don't leave things up to fate Never been that good at admitting my mistakes I could win a battle without a second look But when it comes to you breaking my heart I could write the book I don't get things off the grapevine Small talk ain't for me I don't worry 'bout the weather 'Cause I can take the heat At times my disposition can be misunderstood But when it comes to you breaking my heart I could write the book Oooo I know how the story goes down I've told it about a hundred times now You're my darkest desperation Worst kind of creation Even though I know the story don't end good I could write the book Started with the Judas kiss That pushed me to the brink Guess we've always been the stars of our little tragedy Addicted to commotion Wouldn't change it if I could When it comes to you breaking my heart I could write the book Ooo I know how the story goes down I've told it about a hundred times now You're my darkest desperation Worst kind of creation Even though I know the story don't end good Hell I could write the book But I won't give it all away Everybody knows a good heartbreak Oooo I know how the story goes down I've told it about a hundred times now You're my darkest desperation Worst kind of creation Even though I know the story don't end good Hell I could write the book Oh I oh I I could write the book
Writer(s): Natalie Hemby, Tina Parol, Maren Morris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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