Heart Attack American - The Bronx

I’m done telling you that I’m in love

What I have will never be enough

Come on, Baby, go and live life on your own

Everything inside is breaking down

And you don’t want to be hanging around

I don’t think I want to leave myself alone

I’m done having to apologize

I’m done living inside your eyes

When the lights go out whats left to know

Nothing ever makes sense to me

A broken branch of the family tree

Kill the lights now, Baby, watch me explode

There is no revolution

And I’m done doing things I don’t want to do

There is no restitution

And I’m done!

Yeah!

I’m done living in this decline

I’m done watching you redesign

Come on baby let’s go walk out the door

I’m done showing up to fucking work

Taking orders from a fucking bitch

I’m in the chair, now go ahead and flip the switch

Yeah!

I’m done doing things I don’t want to do

And I’m sick and tired of setting up to be like you

Fucked up, thrown out, and overdue

I’m fucking done!

There is no revolution

There is no revolution

There is no revolution

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