Are we still not speaking?
Do the words leave such a bitter taste?
Well yes, I meant to hurt you
But it was never meant to go as far as this
Still I can make no sense
Out of these things that I do
I still put myself through this bush
Now just to put you through it too
Well yes, I know that I started it
But you shouldn′t say those things you say
I thought people meant to love by mistakes
But it never seems to work out that way
Nothing's ever good enough for me
Or good enough for you
So I still put myself through this bush now
Just to put you through it too
So we lie on the dance floor
And we throw the broken glass
No favours ever given
No favours ever asked
Just drink that off communion
Cause these empty words are free
Yeah, these are the promises we make
Nothing′s ever good enough for me
Or good enough for you
So I still put myself through this bush now
Just to put you through it too
Just to drag you through it too
Writer(s): Robert Heaton, Justin Sullivan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
