Some people are a lot like clouds you know 'cause life's so much brighter when they go You rained on my heart for far too long Couldn't see the thunder for the storm Because I cut my teeth and bit my tongue til' my mouth was dripping blood but I never dished the dirt just held my breath while you dragged me through the mud I don't know why I tried to save you 'cause I can't save you from yourself when all you give a shit about is everybody else And you just can't quit Why don't you deal with it? I think it's time to stop
You need a taste of your own medicine Cos I'm sick to death of swallowing watch me take the wheel like you Not feel like you Act like nothing's real like you so I'm sorry for this it might sting a bit
Some people are a lot like clouds you know 'cause life's so much brighter when they go and I spent too long in a place I don't belong couldn't see the thunder for the storm
But you won't admit Why don't you get a grip 'Cause you can't keep going on and on and on like this No you just can't quit Why don't you deal with it? I think it's time to stop
Compositores: David Malia Lee (Lee Malia) (PRS), Jordan Keith Attwood Fish (Jordon Fish) (PRS), Matthew Kean (Matt Kean) (PRS), Matthew Stephen Nicholls (Mat Nicholls) (PRS), Oliver Scott Sykes (Oli Sykes) (PRS)Editor: BMG Rights Management (PRS)Publicado em 2018 (09/Out) e lançado em 1918 (10/Jan)ECAD verificado obra #20854966 e fonograma #17714335 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM