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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Twomey
Songwriter
Lyrics
You're feeling better now that you have wrote a letter
And you've always been a getter, so get
If I'm the victim then why am I always stricken
with sickness symptoms and a twisted head?
Can you please help me find my way?
'Cause I don't think I care enough today
Celebrate on your own alone
'Cause your thoughts are the only thing you own
I miss the number 45
I picked up a piece and drove past your street tonight
Hope you all doing alright
Wishing we would love, I could give a fuck, not fight
Swear on the bible that I'm living in denial
Of these feelings that are primal and there
I then recycle my suicidal mood cycle
The one that makes me go psycho and blur
Can you please help me find my way?
'Cause I don't think I care enough today
Celebrate on your own alone
'Cause your thoughts are the only thing you own
I miss the number 45
I picked up a piece and drove past your street tonight
Hope you all doing alright
Wishing we would love, I could give a fuck, not fight
I could give a fuck, not fight
I could give a fuck, not fight
Yeah
I could give a fuck, not fight
Writer(s): Sean Twomey
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