I didn't grab my pen tonight To wreck your name or start a fight There's just a couple things I want to say to you
And I knew you wouldn't sit down just to hear So let me spell it out for your deaf ears It's sad to say but the heresay's more than true You're everything that everybody warned about
Who am I to tell you what to do You're not the type to do what you're told But let me tell you you're gonna miss this heart of gold You seem to prefer bitter endings The only type that your hands can hold But let me tell you you're gonna miss this heart of gold
Can you shut up long enough To hear what I have to say just once We're not gonna talk about it later now is the time There's nothing everywhere you've been You run from none to none again I won't be here tomorrow but you just might
You're everything that I can live in my live now
Who am I to tell you what to do You're not the type to do what you're told But let me tell you you're gonna miss this heart of gold You seem to prefer bitter endings The only type that your hands can hold But let me tell you you're gonna miss this heart of gold
You're gonna miss this Yeah you're gonna miss this face Gonna miss these kisses
Who am I to tell you what to do You're not the type to do what you're told But let me tell you you're gonna miss this heart of gold You seem to prefer bitter endings The only type that your hands can hold But let me tell you you're gonna miss this heart of gold
Compositores: Michael James Ryan Busbee, Ashlyne Anderson Huff ECAD: Obra #4647788