Lyrics: Hayden Marquardt
Music: Hayden Marquardt
My baby, it's gotten late
I'm done with yesterday
So go with your senses for once
I carry conversation
I'll stay the night here if you want
I give so much to get pushed off
What kind of mess has this become, become?
She makes the rules up as she goes
And I bite my fist if she don't show
Nobody 'round her lets her know
And if I had to rewind
I think I know what I'd find
No one's at fault, but it's mine
Baby, it's gotten late
I'm done with yesterday
So go with your senses for once
I carry conversation
I'll stay the night here if you want
I give so much to get pushed off
What kind of mess has this become, become?
I waste away, I'll see you later
Where did you go?
Put pen to paper
Don't lead me on, do me a favor
You know you're leading me on, so see you later