Junkyard from Weeks by ViRG

I'm sick of this lonesome town
You cannot fool me with a fairy tale
Seems like days turn into weeks
Every moment is a sliding scale

Because you crushed me like a junkyard car
In the middle of December
And just when we felt that spark
You had to run around with my heart
Baby, baby, baby

Forget about it
It's time I wake up in a stranger's arms
Pass out on couches just to
Forget about it
It’s getting blurry in this house of cards
I’m looking for the light in the dark

A part of myself is gone
I feel it most when I’m laying down
My inner thoughts all speak your voice
It’s as if you’re still hanging around

Why did you walk us thru the depths of hell
Only to plant a little flower?
And just when I knew things were going well
You had to leave at the final hour
Baby, baby, oh baby

Forget about it
It's time I wake up in a stranger's arms
Pass out on couches just to
Forget about it
It’s getting blurry in this house of cards
Pass out on couches just to
Forget about it
It's time I wake up in a stranger's arms
Pass out on couches just to
Forget about it
It’s getting blurry in this house of cards
I’m looking for the light in the dark

You crushed me like a junkyard car
I’m sick of this lonesome town

• Pop
• electronic dance
• indie rock
• synthpop
• Leesburg