Bad At Love Lyrics by Mayday Parade
Every day I wake up
Hoping you might call, you might call
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Every day I wake up
Hoping you might call, you might call
Tiny little broken thing, what’s that I see on your wing
Is it heavy enough to keep you pinned inside this lucid dream
Your hands didn’t move
But neither did mine
Come love me, let’s try everything
Heaven knows this year’s been awful
You can try to run but trouble follows you
Hate me for all the things you put me through
When you’re alone, do you think of me?
And my diamond rings thrown out to sea
I had a dream last night we
Drove out to see Las Vegas