Noah Arnest - Bring It On
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Morally I'm doing all the wrong
To tell you the truth I wrote you this
Is it news to you I'm falling
I take some time off,
Is it called for?
I'm the backdoor
Of your birthday wish

Forty-two of your relationships
Crumbled to the ground
Because I came around
And then ruined it
It's not my fault
The messages you wrote
Explain the image you're viewing

I want in
Come on out
Take it all off
Bring it on

Since I left our town you've been occupied
You colored your hair your morals extinct
With the rumors that haunt your life
You need some fresh air you wanted to leave
But your audience has compromised
They're not concerned with wrong or right
So do your thing girl it's your life
Wanting to start but it's hard to breathe

I want in
Come on out
Take it all off
Bring it on