Temporary Title
Butch Walker / Michael Trent
I opened up a can of worms
I could see myself hanging onto.
It's gonna sting, it's gonna burn
I can't win either way.
And over time I will just find a way to lose you after all
Until then we'll carry on.
I took a lot of shots for you
Some made my hangovers worse somedays.
The movies that you sat me through
Were never quite my taste
Don't get me wrong I miss the way I used to use you after all
But for now, just carry on.
We pass a bridge, we made it through
You feel different or all things the same.
The modulation never do
The story is untold.
And all I want is to get back to what I'm used to after all
Until then I'll carry on