I know what's coming
Has been coming for so long
And maybe I'm tired of trying to be
So strong
And maybe it's true
Maybe I'll just never be that
Take-home kind of girl
And maybe it's true
Maybe I'm just hard up for that
Sundown kind of world
Sometimes I can't tell
Sometimes I can't tell
If it's just a slow ride to the angels who brought me baby
Or a long ride to hell
Maybe it's true
Maybe I'm just a loaded gun
Oh what's it to you
You act like I'm the only one
With nothing to lose
With nothing to prove
And maybe it's true
Yeah maybe it's true
I dreamed of you dear
Covered in grief(?)
Surrounded by daisy (?) for every day that we were
Seventeen
And maybe it's true
Maybe I'll just never be that
Take-home kind of girl
And maybe it's true
Maybe I'm just hard up for that sun down kind of world
Sometimes I can tell
Sometimes I can't tell
If it's just a slow ride to the angels who brought be baby
Or a long ride to hell
Maybe it's true
Maybe I'm just a loaded gun
Oh what's it to you
You act like I'm the only one
With nothing to lose
With nothing to prove
Yeah maybe it's true
Yeah maybe it's true
I brushed your hair back
Away from your eyes
I've never been too good at these long Drawn out kind of goodbyes
Maybe it's true
Yeah maybe it's true

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