Plushgun. Just Impolite. Zeneszám

Friday night became so lonely,

When you came to make a break,

That seemed to take all day to make me angry 'cause I

Like you, maybe I'm just Like You

Holding on to something that we know we can not hold

or fold it seems it seems we just can't forget

Are you frightened, by perfection?

Is this who you are, not who you want to be,



I walk the line like Johnny Cash

I made the bus in seconds flat

I called your line too many times

I'm not obsessed, just impolite.



Sunday came and went so quickly

now you say you want me back

you will hold on, despite my cons,

it seems we're meant to hate it!

Being so dependent.

But it seems we can believe that we're two peas in this pod

we call New York, gets so lonesome.

Are you frightened, by neglection?

Am I who you want to see yourself to be?



I walk the line like Johnny Cash

I made the bus in seconds flat

I called your line too many times

I'm not obsessed, just impolite



You're stuck on me, you don't know why

Can't leave me anytime you try

They say that everybody cries

so don't think twice 'cause it's alright.



Stay here,

touching you, touching the light in your eyes

that keeps coming back