Letra da Música Ugly For Nostalgia de Caskitt

It's kinda hard to call you my friend
When you stab me in the back again
I feel ripped off and cheated
Broken down, defeated
It's getting easier every day
To understand why I walked away, I know
The distance is healing intentions, revealing

So put your money where your mouth is
You're writing checks all over this town
And the cloud of personal debt is approaching
We're all waiting for the breakdown
So put your money where your mouth is
No one's surprised your luck is running out
And your apologies, too little too late, decomposing
We're all waiting for the breakdown!

So where do we go from here
The miles between us drive away the years, I won't
Ask for. Directions. No reunion. Intersections
If our paths cross and we meet again
Let's chalk it up to coincidence
And just continue on our own way
And forget the old days

So put your money where your mouth is
You're writing checks all over this town
And the cloud of personal debt is approaching
We're all waiting for the breakdown
So put your money where your mouth is
No one's surprised your luck is running out
And your apologies, too little too late, decomposing
We're all waiting for the breakdown!

We're all waiting for the breakdown