Texty: And Then I Found Fifty Dollars. Other. Reinventing Your Exit.

Twelfth and high on a Sunday
Feeling like we're grown
And we're nothing short of invincible
Invincible
Invincible

It starts again
Can you feel it?
It takes your breath away
And stop saying that we're invincible
This round and round
You're uninviting
Unrewarding
And I'm misinforming you
Misinforming you

You wanna be somebody
Right now, I'm just looking for the exits

This is the way I
Would've done this
Up against the wall, up against the wall
You've got me up against the wall

This is the way I
Would've done this
Up against the wall, up against the wall
You've got me up against the wall

It's you and me on a Monday
The lies that we told
And this is where we both go numb now
You broke my heart again this time
You're fading, and now you've crossed the line
You've crossed the line

You wanna be somebody
Right now, I'm just looking for the exits

This is the way I
Would've done this
Up against the wall, up against the wall
You've got me up against the wall

This is the way I
Would've done this
Up against the wall, up against the wall
You've got me up against the wall

Reaching out for a hand that's not there
But you're not here
You're not here

This is the way I
Would've done this
Up against the wall, up against the wall
You've got me up against the wall

This is the way I
Would've done this
Up against the wall, up against the wall
You've got me up against the wall