Spit from Triple Seven by Wishy

Before you leave
I wish you would
Say what you mean
Just had to be so preoccupied
With having such a good time then

Just flew too high
Just lost my head
Just got so blind
To what the signs said
So what, no use, don’t even need to ask you
Just bite my tongue and suck it up

Who’s gonna break my heart
Who’s gonna wear my mind out
Wish this choice was mine
Can’t you see how
There’s a million ways to spit the words out

Who’s gonna a haunt my head
Who’s gonna wear my love down
Kiss this dream goodbye
Till you see how
There’s a million ways to spit the words out

So promise me
Just one more time
Those honesties left at the bedside
Won’t fade too fast, no way to make the good times last

Fall to my knees
And drop my head
My conscience clean
As long as I can
Relax those thoughts
Don’t bother with the past
I just bite my tongue
And suck it up

Who’s gonna break my heart
Who’s gonna wear my mind out
Wish this choice was mine
Can’t you see how
There’s a million ways to spit the words out

Who’s gonna a haunt my head
Who’s gonna wear my love down
Kiss this dream goodbye
Till you see how
There’s a million ways to spit the words out

Who’s gonna break my heart
Who’s gonna wear my mind out
Wish this choice was mine
Can’t you see how
There’s a million ways to spit the words out

Who’s gonna a haunt my head
Who’s gonna wear my love down
Kiss this dream goodbye
Till you see how
There’s a million ways to spit the words out

• Rock
• alternative rock
• indie
• indie rock
• power pop
• shoegaze
• Indianapolis