Fuck Up
Annika Bennett
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It's hard to think straight when the drums are playing
But I hate the silence when they stop
I go from blue light to satellite to the country station
That don't kill off every thought
Oh, I'm mad at myself for running away
Every time there's shit to feel
Stopping my mouth from calling your name
Till the fog clears
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So would you let me fuck up?
Would you let me fall through?
Would you let me be mean?
Would you let me need you?
Would you let me be free?
Look at that still here
Don't make mistakes for anyone
Not yet been saved by anyone before
So would you let me fuck up?
Would you let me fall through?
Would you let me be mean?
Would you let me need you?
Would you let me be free?