You Can Write About What You Want - Flatsound

Well i’m not sure if you’re angry

But i’m not gonna stick around to find out

Because this is not worth the time

And the hours on the bus i’d write about you

Were wasted words

We can patch things up for another week

But there’s no point if everything is my fault

It’s all my fault

Sitting inside your living room

Screaming i hate the things you do

Inside of your head

Time after time you fall

For the same mistakes you made

When you thought that love belonged

To you to you to you to you

You said, «you can write about what you want»

If that’s true why do i feel like shit when you call

We can patch things up for another week

But there’s no point if everything is my fault

It’s all my fault