See we're uneasy now come lately
Took you to see my family
But I don't know if you're true
See now we've crossed a line
Where what's yours is also mine
Don't think I thought this through
Am I talking in my sleep?
Who's even there to tell me?
Guess I'm here alone
So then I make a call
Talk bullshit on the phone
I'm useless somedays, I know
We're undressed now
Fucking on the floor
Door's still left ajar
Guess I'm not staying over
Guess there's no cup of tea
But I'm finding it hard to leave
Cause this comfort's comforting me
I'm in some alley that's all pissed in
From a Friday night out drinkin'
In Collingwood
Do you wonder how I'm doing?
Half way ir or half way through it?
Fuck Collingwood
Who you gonna love?
Am I always gonna run?
I'm done with love
I'm done with love
I'm done, I'm done, I'm done, I'm done
I'm in some alley that's all pissed in
From a Friday night out drinkin'
In Collingwood
Do you wonder how I'm doing?
Half way ir or half way through it?
Fuck Collingwood
I'm gonna take the long way home
Chuck on some Leif feel the hold
Of the open road
Get to bed and feel the spin
Of dumb choices you've put yourself in
In Collingwood
Who you gonna love?
Who you gonna love?
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