Bleeding Gums Songtext
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Bleeding Gums Songtext
I′m peeling out
Busted out
It's been so long
So long
It′s really early
It's really late
I can't tell
I think of you
You dream of me
Maybe we′ll meet sometime
You get so mad
I get so sad
Same old every time
I fucked up
You fucked up
I fucked up
You fucked up
I fucked up
You fucked up
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
I walk on Friday
Friday is a good day
Until I think of you
Then I want to walk
To have that talk, talk, talk
You kick me like a ball
Then I bounce bounce
All around out of control
I fucked up
You fucked up
I fucked up
You fucked up
I fucked up
You fucked up
Love, love, love, love, love
Busted out
It's been so long
So long
It′s really early
It's really late
I can't tell
I think of you
You dream of me
Maybe we′ll meet sometime
You get so mad
I get so sad
Same old every time
I fucked up
You fucked up
I fucked up
You fucked up
I fucked up
You fucked up
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
I walk on Friday
Friday is a good day
Until I think of you
Then I want to walk
To have that talk, talk, talk
You kick me like a ball
Then I bounce bounce
All around out of control
I fucked up
You fucked up
I fucked up
You fucked up
I fucked up
You fucked up
Love, love, love, love, love
Writer(s): Wyatt Cusick, Todd Sullivan, Matthew Troy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

