作曲 : Chris LaRocca/Herag Sanbalian

作词 : Chris LaRocca

There’s some miles on that mouth, been running

From the sidelines you look so stubborn

Without a foot over the finish line

A couple years and it breezed like nothing

Now this seems so black and white

Written on a picket sign

Oh, I wish you wouldn’t talk that way

Wish you never looked my way

I wish it was a best of three (Best of three)

Oh, I wish you never looked my way

Wish I wasn’t shook this way

I wish I didn’t fall so deep (Fall so deep)

Like some salt up in the wound

Like a child inside the womb (Stuck in)

Stuck in my head beside you

I close my eyes, it’s the perfect view

Place it like a phone call I got the goose bumpin'

Drinkin' on my own

I close my eyes and forget about you

There’s some miles on that mouth, been running

Pulled the rug from my feet so sudden

Left me waiting at the finish line

Half a cup and the view gets fuzzy

Now this seems so black and white

Without a reason and some peace of mind (Mind)

Oh, I wish you wouldn’t talk that way

Wish you never looked my way

I wish it was a best of three (Wish it was a best of three, yeah)

Oh, I wish you never looked my way

Wish I wasn’t shook this way

I wish I didn’t fall so deep

Like some salt up in the wound

Like a child inside the womb(stuck in)

Stuck in my head beside you

I close my eyes, it’s the perfect view

Place it like a phone call I got the goose bumpin'

Drinkin' on my own

I close my eyes and forget about you

I forget about you

I forget about you, forget about you

I, you-ooh-ooh (Forget about you)

I forget about you, forget about you

(I forget about you)