Collision Course
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โฑ๏ธ 3:23 duration
๐ ID: 13357429
๐ Lyrics
The cat's outta the bag
Now it's got your tongue
You march to the beat of your own drum
While shooting yourself in the foot all along
The weakest link couldn't pull its weight
And so it breaks as you wipe the slate clean of me
Put me in my place where I belong
Where I'll sing to you a song so woebegone
Well I'll try to take the high road as you implode
Couldn't cut me a break so you
Cut the brakes on this collision course
"Is there any remorse for this divorce?"
Whispers the back seat driver from the hearse
Change the locks, and build up a palisade
Reset the clocks, you're still stuck in retrograde
I digress
We're all a work in progress
Nevertheless
You can dress for success
But to be honest I'm still not impressed
I grew too big for my britches
You pulled the loose thread and left me in stitches
Won't walk around on your eggshells
My foot's in my mouth but I hit the ground running
I took the roundabout after things went south
We've both been born again, the final nail in the coffin
An afterthought on the spot, a caveat
Stick to your guns and take a cheap shot
I'll bite the bullet
So sick of over dramatic, erratic cinematic bad habits
Don't be so sure that less is always more
When you settle for second best
You get lumped in with the rest
Well I'll try to take the high road as you implode
Couldn't cut me a break so you
Cut the brakes on this collision course
"Is there any remorse for this divorce?"
Whispers the back seat driver from the hearse
So sick of over dramatic, erratic cinematic bad habits
Now it's got your tongue
You march to the beat of your own drum
While shooting yourself in the foot all along
The weakest link couldn't pull its weight
And so it breaks as you wipe the slate clean of me
Put me in my place where I belong
Where I'll sing to you a song so woebegone
Well I'll try to take the high road as you implode
Couldn't cut me a break so you
Cut the brakes on this collision course
"Is there any remorse for this divorce?"
Whispers the back seat driver from the hearse
Change the locks, and build up a palisade
Reset the clocks, you're still stuck in retrograde
I digress
We're all a work in progress
Nevertheless
You can dress for success
But to be honest I'm still not impressed
I grew too big for my britches
You pulled the loose thread and left me in stitches
Won't walk around on your eggshells
My foot's in my mouth but I hit the ground running
I took the roundabout after things went south
We've both been born again, the final nail in the coffin
An afterthought on the spot, a caveat
Stick to your guns and take a cheap shot
I'll bite the bullet
So sick of over dramatic, erratic cinematic bad habits
Don't be so sure that less is always more
When you settle for second best
You get lumped in with the rest
Well I'll try to take the high road as you implode
Couldn't cut me a break so you
Cut the brakes on this collision course
"Is there any remorse for this divorce?"
Whispers the back seat driver from the hearse
So sick of over dramatic, erratic cinematic bad habits
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.14] The cat's outta the bag
[00:01.48] Now it's got your tongue
[00:05.70] You march to the beat of your own drum
[00:08.48] While shooting yourself in the foot all along
[00:13.18] The weakest link couldn't pull its weight
[00:17.36] And so it breaks as you wipe the slate clean of me
[00:24.94] Put me in my place where I belong
[00:29.19] Where I'll sing to you a song so woebegone
[00:36.24] Well I'll try to take the high road as you implode
[00:42.31] Couldn't cut me a break so you
[00:44.29] Cut the brakes on this collision course
[00:48.55] "Is there any remorse for this divorce?"
[00:54.62] Whispers the back seat driver from the hearse
[01:00.52] Change the locks, and build up a palisade
[01:06.35] Reset the clocks, you're still stuck in retrograde
[01:14.97]
[01:24.28] I digress
[01:28.54] We're all a work in progress
[01:34.68] Nevertheless
[01:37.54] You can dress for success
[01:40.24] But to be honest I'm still not impressed
[01:46.29] I grew too big for my britches
[01:49.49] You pulled the loose thread and left me in stitches
[01:52.15] Won't walk around on your eggshells
[01:55.04] My foot's in my mouth but I hit the ground running
[01:59.51] I took the roundabout after things went south
[02:05.33] We've both been born again, the final nail in the coffin
[02:12.86] An afterthought on the spot, a caveat
[02:19.05] Stick to your guns and take a cheap shot
[02:24.96] I'll bite the bullet
[02:30.30] So sick of over dramatic, erratic cinematic bad habits
[02:35.16] Don't be so sure that less is always more
[02:40.90] When you settle for second best
[02:43.59] You get lumped in with the rest
[02:46.51]
[02:52.66] Well I'll try to take the high road as you implode
[02:58.78] Couldn't cut me a break so you
[03:00.77] Cut the brakes on this collision course
[03:04.82] "Is there any remorse for this divorce?"
[03:10.92] Whispers the back seat driver from the hearse
[03:17.57] So sick of over dramatic, erratic cinematic bad habits
[03:21.86]
[00:01.48] Now it's got your tongue
[00:05.70] You march to the beat of your own drum
[00:08.48] While shooting yourself in the foot all along
[00:13.18] The weakest link couldn't pull its weight
[00:17.36] And so it breaks as you wipe the slate clean of me
[00:24.94] Put me in my place where I belong
[00:29.19] Where I'll sing to you a song so woebegone
[00:36.24] Well I'll try to take the high road as you implode
[00:42.31] Couldn't cut me a break so you
[00:44.29] Cut the brakes on this collision course
[00:48.55] "Is there any remorse for this divorce?"
[00:54.62] Whispers the back seat driver from the hearse
[01:00.52] Change the locks, and build up a palisade
[01:06.35] Reset the clocks, you're still stuck in retrograde
[01:14.97]
[01:24.28] I digress
[01:28.54] We're all a work in progress
[01:34.68] Nevertheless
[01:37.54] You can dress for success
[01:40.24] But to be honest I'm still not impressed
[01:46.29] I grew too big for my britches
[01:49.49] You pulled the loose thread and left me in stitches
[01:52.15] Won't walk around on your eggshells
[01:55.04] My foot's in my mouth but I hit the ground running
[01:59.51] I took the roundabout after things went south
[02:05.33] We've both been born again, the final nail in the coffin
[02:12.86] An afterthought on the spot, a caveat
[02:19.05] Stick to your guns and take a cheap shot
[02:24.96] I'll bite the bullet
[02:30.30] So sick of over dramatic, erratic cinematic bad habits
[02:35.16] Don't be so sure that less is always more
[02:40.90] When you settle for second best
[02:43.59] You get lumped in with the rest
[02:46.51]
[02:52.66] Well I'll try to take the high road as you implode
[02:58.78] Couldn't cut me a break so you
[03:00.77] Cut the brakes on this collision course
[03:04.82] "Is there any remorse for this divorce?"
[03:10.92] Whispers the back seat driver from the hearse
[03:17.57] So sick of over dramatic, erratic cinematic bad habits
[03:21.86]