Good Bye

Every time you walk out the last I love you Maybe we don't stand a chance

It's sad but it's true I'm way too good at goodbyes

I'm way too good at goodbyes I'm way too good at goodbyes

Let it be known

Shit really get tough up in the state where I'm from

And my fuckin' brother don't fuckin' pass the bomb

And then ain't you hate the fuckin' fact that you could build a fuckin' barn

Then that person fuckin' leave you, then you in your thoughts like why you had to leave me like that

There's so much caught up in my fuckin' mind that I can't even sleep at night

And I'm starin' at the ceiling all up in my fuckin' feelings