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Room 410 Lyrics by Call The Cops

 

Room 410 by Call The Cops


I'm tired and I'm reckless and I can't go home (can't go home)
I'm useless and regretful with nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
And I'm lonely and I notice stuff ain't nothing just to show it
Open your arms, here I come
It takes more to stick together
And I never meant to make you cry
Acting like you're perfect
Everything was worth it
Still all along, we lived a lie
And I know you knew, baby
That I know the lady's going out with other guys
Acting like you're perfect
Acting like you're worth it
All you ever did was pray for guys
And you think that he will call you back (call you back)
I'm tired and I'm reckless and I can't go home (can't go home)
I'm useless and regretful with nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
And I'm lonely and and I notice stuff ain't nothing just to show it
Open your arms, here I come
Can't believe they're still together
Even after all the times she cried
Acting like you're perfect
Acting like you're worth it
Seem like you're just a waste of time
And I know you knew, baby
That I know the lady's going out with other guys
Acting like you're perfect
Acting like you're worth it
All you ever did was pray for guys
And you think that he will call you back
I'm tired and I'm reckless and I can't go home (can't go home)
I'm useless and regretful with nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
And I'm lonely and and I notice stuff ain't nothing just to show it
Open your arms, here I come
You like greasy and disgusting is the way you go
Getting something outta nothing is the way we roll
(You don't make friends, you make enemies)
Kicking our words to the curb like a former song
Writing, dance, ghost tales just for fun
(You don't make friends, you make enemies)
'Cept for you
I can't believe
I can't believe
I'm seeing my life go down the drain
I can't believe
I can't believe
I'm tired and I'm reckless and I can't go home (can't go home)
I'm useless and regretful with nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
And I'm lonely and and I notice stuff ain't nothing just to show it
Open your arms, here I come [x2]
Here, I come