Two Weeks
Carissa Johnson
I was in love before I met anyone
You're no exception, baby, you're no exception
Bring your breakables, baby, sit behind the drums
Are we ahead of our time?
Why do you always come back to me?
After my years of crying
I'll never put you on the back burn
I promise, I mean it now, better than I ever have before
Two years to give my two weeks
Sometimes what you want isn't what you need
I don't really mind the work herе at all
I'm just bursting at the seams
And I might lose it all
Hеad first into the unknown, I don't wanna live life
With a chain and ball, everybody seems
To know me so well, I don't know myself at all