Been gone more days this year than I have been home
Trading friends for trips to the coast
This hotel room feels more ohh oh like a tombBeen gone more days this year than I have been home
Trading friends for trips to the coast
This hotel room feels more ohh oh like a tombIt's not gossip if it's the truth
I'm sick of always writing songs for you to slit your wrists toSo which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?Hand over my heart, gun to my head
I swear to God I'm through with this
I am the worst liar I knowIt's not gossip if it's the truth
I'm sick of always writing songs for you to slit your wrists toSo which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
Which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it?Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
Which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?(Been gone more days this year than I have been home)
(Been gone more days this year than I have been home)