I can name the people that know they don't know themselves
Without talking to nobody
I can count the people that know they want to fix themselves
Without taking my hands out of my pockets

I make these promises but all my promises hurt
It's like they never get a liftoff
So if I'm being honest with you and it seems like I'm being cruel
At least you didn't get a rip off, a rip off
And you know how I feel
I've got faith in you
But it's a little too late for goodbyes
Good morning, open your eyes

I can see the tears so long before they know your face
I can almost draw the lines
But when you smile it spins me like a ferris wheel
Washed out to sea in your eyes

I make these promises but all my promises hurt
It's like they never get a liftoff
So if I'm being honest with you and it seems like I'm being cruel
At least you didn't get a rip off, a rip off
A rip off
And you know how I feel ...

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Writer(s): BRADLEY SMITH PEMBERTON, RYAN ADAMS