PLASTIC STRAW

THEO HOARAU, UNKNOWN UNKNOWN

I'm so sick of love
You're turning me into another person
There's nothing to discuss
You got me drunk without the buzz

I think I'm better without you
Running out of excuses to believe
We should take all the back roads
As long as it doesn't lead you back to me

Never coming back
Coming back
Coming back
To me
Coming back
Coming back
Coming back

I'm laying in the street
Wondering how I feel so defeated
And I wish you didn't care so much
I'm sinking through the pavement of your love

I think I'm better without you
Running out of excuses to believe
We should take all the back roads
As long as it doesn't lead you back to me

Never coming back
Coming back
Coming back
To me
Coming back
Coming back
Coming back

Nasaya