Mr. Nice Ty - Paper Plates Lyrics

I fear the thought of you and me again
But I could tell you I've seen worse
Ya I tried my best to hide my chest
But my minds fixated on yours
With one more halfhearted goodbye
You cried out loud and I stood quiet
Just let it go and come inside
It could be the last time
I wouldn't mind another night
My white shirt stained with red wine
I'll dust the chip off of your shoulder
If you could dust off mine
I always drove us up and down this road until I lost control
Your thumb was high in hope
But you and I both know the line to take you home
I need confidence or closure
Talk to me when you're sober
I miss when we were closer
Before I fucked you over
With one more halfhearted goodbye
I cried out loud and you stood quiet
Just let it go and come inside
It could be the last time
Passed around like party favors
Like washing plates made out of paper
You'd be gone sooner or later
It was the last time
I wouldn't mind another night
My white shirt stained with red wine
I'll dust the chip off of your shoulder
If you could dust off mine
One more time
I fear the thought of you and me again
But I could tell you I've seen worse

I fear the thought of you and me again
But I could tell you I've seen worse
Ya I tried my best to hide my chest
But my minds fixated on yours
With one more halfhearted goodbye
You cried out loud and I stood quiet
Just let it go and come inside
It could be the last time
I wouldn't mind another night
My white shirt stained with red wine
I'll dust the chip off of your shoulder
If you could dust off mine
I always drove us up and down this road until I lost control
Your thumb was high in hope
But you and I both know the line to take you home
I need confidence or closure
Talk to me when you're sober
I miss when we were closer
Before I fucked you over
With one more halfhearted goodbye
I cried out loud and you stood quiet
Just let it go and come inside
It could be the last time
Passed around like party favors
Like washing plates made out of paper
You'd be gone sooner or later
It was the last time
I wouldn't mind another night
My white shirt stained with red wine
I'll dust the chip off of your shoulder
If you could dust off mine
One more time
I fear the thought of you and me again
But I could tell you I've seen worse