Lyrics: Graham Stiefel
Music: Graham Stiefel
Rock the counterfeit thought I had the real thing
Thought I found a fit, I'm not talking Cartier
Hard to see the brighter side when you in the grey
Guess I got in to deep
Telling myself that she into me
Thought that we talking on the same page
But I was burning up an old flame
I was checking in, you were checking out, out
I was living it, you were dying out, out
I was shooting my shot, guess I should have aimed better
You were missing my calls, and I just had to assume
That it just wasn't your fault, that you'd be hitting me soon
Baby I was so naive
Guess I got in to deep
Telling myself that she into me
Thought that we talking on the same page
But I was burning up an old flame
Guess I got in to deep
Giving my all, but it's still too cheap
Closing all my tabs on the home page
Guess we're leaving it a cold case
11 am feel the same as a late night
Making up stores in my head like a play write
And it ain't right, I gotta take 5
It feel like I been getting stranded on the way side
New look renovate got a get you anyway
Life giving lemons, I just gotta make lemonade
80 down the interstate, I hate being second place
Thinking 'bout you everyday
Guess I got in to deep
Telling myself that she into me
Thought that we talking on the same page
But I was burning up an old flame
Guess I got in to deep
Giving my all, but it's still too cheap
Closing all my tabs on the home page
Guess we're leaving it a cold case