Kill Creek - Unsteady Lyrics
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Unsteady
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What Are The Lyrics For Unsteady By Kill Creek?
I'll stay sober when I come home this October,
And I'll break the windows And let the chill put us to sleep. But if I were to stay for a while, I'd reprise the same condescending style; I should go, I should go If I'm gone already. Give me the chance and I agree, I let it take over me, And we're both so tired of this pacifying. Give me the week and I'll be leaving; I'll be waiting for things to calm down. You just want me to say I'm afraid to commit to anything. But I'm not ready to say that yet. I'm unsteady, I guess I'm drunk already, But this could be the call that finally hangs me outside to dry. Give me the chance and I agree, I let it take over me, And we're both so tired of this pacifying. Give me the week and I'll be leaving; I'll be waiting for things to calm down. You just want me to say I'm afraid to commit to anything. But I'm not ready to say that yet. I'm so nervous, I guess I got drunk on purpose, But if I've done nothing wrong, Then why are we already screaming? Give me the chance and I agree, I let it take over me, And we're both so tired of this pacifying. Give me the week and I'll be leaving; I'll be waiting for things to calm down. You just want me to say I'm afraid to commit to anything. But I'm not ready to say that yet. |
Who Wrote Unsteady By Kill Creek?
Scott D. Born
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What's The Duration Of The Unsteady By Kill Creek?The duration of Unsteady is 3:42 minutes and seconds. |
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