Texty: Ben Lee. Aftertaste.

And its none of my business,
I got a weakness
Can I beat this?
The autumn leaves
Are falling in the breeze
It's not my fault
There's a storm over yonder
You gotta wonder
What its all about
Destiny was never up to me
And its not my fault,
Your loves like salt

The aftertaste is gunna break my heart
Feels like its over before it starts
The aftertaste is gunna break my heart

And I really didnt need this
Dont wanna be this
Dont wanna see this
Im fallin in,
Im going there again
And its not my fault
Are you sick of pretending?
That all this trouble is really endin
The way things break
Every step you take
Is not my fault
Your loves like salt

The aftertaste is gunna break my heart
Feels like its over before it starts
The aftertaste is gunna break my heart

Your loves like salt

The aftertaste is gunna break my heart
Feels like its over before it starts
The aftertaste is gunna break my heart

The aftertaste is gunna break my heart
Feels like its over before it starts
The aftertaste is gunna break my heart