I swore I wouldn't fall
But here I am again going back on my word
We could've had it all
But somewhere along the way the lines got blurred

And I stopped being your Friday night
And you stopped calling just to say hi
Damn I should've seen the warning signs

Now I'm blindsided cause you decided
I wasn't worth your time, I wasn't worth the fight
Oh yesterday everything was fine
I wake up and you change your mind
Hit me where it hurts the most
In my Blindside 

I want you to call at 3 AM cause you can't stop thinking about me
But we lost it all
I wanted us to be what you couldn't see

Oh and then we stopped seeing eye to eye
You stopped showing up on time
Damn I should've seen the warning signs

Now I'm blindsided cause you decided
I wasn't worth your time, I wasn't worth the fight
Oh yesterday everything was fine
I wake up and you change your mind
Hit me where it hurts the most
In my Blindside 

One night you want me to come over
Next day you're giving me the cold shoulder
Its like I was supposed to read your mind
Instead I'm waiting on the sideline

Blindsided cause you decided
I wasn't worth your time, I wasn't worth the fight
Oh yesterday everything was fine
I wake up and you change your mind
Hit me where it hurts the most
Oh yesterday everything was fine
I wake up and you change your mind
Hit me where it hurts the most
In my Blindside

In my Blindside

Blindside

I should throw away your t-shirt but it smells like you
I should replace all the picture frames but they remind me of you
I should delete your number from my phone- stop texting you when I'm alone

But I've been sleeping on the couch just hoping this ain't the end
Convincing myself you didn't mean what you said
Oh I just need one more day of showing up late and drinking cheap wine oh and then I'll be fine
Just a little more time
'Til you're Out of My Mind

Your Drake mixtape still plays in my car on repeat
Oh and your friends ask how I am when I see them out on the weekend
Your still the first thing that I think of when I wake up in the morning

But I've been sleeping on the couch just hoping this ain't the end
Convincing myself you didn't mean what you said
Oh I just need one more day of showing up late and drinking cheap wine oh and then I'll be fine
Just a little more time
'Til you're Out of My Mind

Maybe I'm waiting on you to show up out of the blue
Or maybe I'm waiting on me to just let go of you

But I've been sleeping on the couch just hoping this ain't the end
Convincing myself you didn't mean what you said
Oh I just need one more day of showing up late and drinking cheap wine oh and then I'll be fine
Just a little more time
'Til you're Out of My Mind

Just a little more time, 'til your Out of My Mind (x3)

I should throw away your t-shirt but it smells like you

Out Of My Mind Scratch Demo

We're underneath the Tennessee stars in the backyard of your parents house
Sippin' Jack Daniels and Coke out of souvenier world series cups
I'm a little too drunk to drive home
We're a little too close to sleep a lone

You got your frat shirt on from your junior year that you spent at that Big 10 school
I'm talking 'bout my hometown while trying to play it cool
Still a little too drunk to drive home
Still a little too close to sleep alone

Now we're sneaking in the back door trying not to wake your mama
Kissing in the kitchen not thinking 'bout tomorrow
3:30 in the morning that fire is burning
My fingers in your hair, your hands everywhere
Wait a minute, feel my heart go
Boom Boom, Boom Boom

We're like Bonnie and Clyde in the middle of the night playing ding dong ditch at your neighbors house
Making out on your trampoline like we were 16, hoping nobody sees
I'm too drunk to drive home
We're too close to sleep alone


Now we're sneaking in the back door trying not to wake your mama
Kissing in the kitchen not thinking 'bout tomorrow
3:30 in the morning that fire is burning
My fingers in your hair, your hands everywhere
Wait a minute, feel my heart go
Boom Boom, Boom Boom
Boom Boom, Boom Boom

I'm a little too drunk to drive home
We're a little too close to sleep alone
I'm way too drunk to drive home
We're way too close to sleep alone


Now we're sneaking in the back door trying not to wake your mama
Kissing in the kitchen not thinking 'bout tomorrow
3:30 in the morning that fire is burning
My fingers in your hair, your hands everywhere

3:30 in the morning that fire is burning
My fingers in your hair, your hands everywhere
Wait a minute, feel my heart go
Boom Boom, Boom Boom
Boom Boom, Boom Boom

Boom Boom

Written by Maria Hassel
Produced by Kevin Monohan

You look so good in that t-shirt
It ain't my fault that I'm a flirt
Let's skip the awkward conversation and stop with all this hesitation

'Cause you know that I like you and I think you like me too

Why don't you do something about it baby
We just keep getting older and time's wasting
You could pull me close or you could kiss me slow
But why don't you do something about it baby?

I like the way you say my name
I hate that we still play this game
We got too high expectations, it's time we give into temptation

'Cause you know that I like you and I think you like me too

Why don't you do something about it baby
We just keep getting older and time's wasting
You could pull me close or you could kiss me slow
But why don't you do something about it baby?

'Cause you know that I like you and I think you like me too

Why don't you do something about it baby
We just keep getting older and time's wasting
You could pull me close or you could kiss me slow
But why don't you do something about it baby?

You look so good in that t-shirt

Why Don't You

My friends ask why I never talk about you
I got nothing to say cause for me nothings changed
The pictures I post make it look like I'm happy with you
But really I'm worse off than I ever was without you

Rebound, Rebound, Rebound
When you blow up my phone, I'm praying it's him
When I'm kissing you baby, I taste his lips
My bed felt a little too big for me, I couldn't sleep
So I found a Rebound, Rebound, Rebound

You can't wait to take me home to meet your family
Keep talking 'bout how much they're gonna love me
But you got these feelings and all that I'm feeling is lonely
And now your the victim and I'm the shitty one and I'm sorry

Rebound, Rebound, Rebound
When you blow up my phone, I'm praying it's him
When I'm kissing you baby, I taste his lips
My bed felt a little too big for me, I couldn't sleep
So I found a Rebound, Rebound, Rebound

Took the easy way out
I'm sorry
Took the easy way out
I'm sorry
Took the easy way out

Rebound, Rebound, Rebound
When you blow up my phone, I'm praying it's him
When I'm kissing you baby, I taste his lips
My bed felt a little too big for me, I couldn't sleep
So I found a Rebound, Rebound, Rebound

Rebound

Written by Maria Hassel
Produced by Gabe Raben and Kevin Monahan
Cover Art by The Factory by JakeBlow & Co.

Money can’t make me love you
Champagne tastes good
Diamonds, they’re pretty
But money can’t make me love you

It can get me high for a while ‘til my feelings run dry
Turn me into a barbie, be the life of the party
But when I wake up in the morning, I realize
Money can’t make me love you

Money can’t make me love you
And your sports car drives fast
And that coach bag is fancy
Oh but money can’t make me love you

It can get me high for a while ‘til my feelings run dry
Turn me into a barbie, be the life of the party
But when I wake up in the morning, I realize
Money can’t make me love you

Maybe I’m stupid, ungrateful or selfish
But I ain’t gonna marry rich just to be your 
Money

It can get me high for a while ‘til my feelings run dry
Turn me into a barbie, be the life of the party
But when I wake up in the morning, I realize
Money can’t make me love you

Money

Written by Maria Hassel and Gatlin
Produced by Kevin Monahan
Cover Art by The Factory by JakeBlow & Co.

I bought a lighter and a pack of cigarettes at the corner store
Lit one up and then threw up
To the burn in my mouth and the smell of my house and the rush of my shaking hands
Begged don't do this again

But just like that damn cigarette when I breathe you in, I wanna do it again and I hate the taste, but I crave the high
Hold you in my hands and I turn black and once I start, I can't go back
But you still burn out in time
In time, in time

Come over if you wanna
Leave your keys at the door, take off your shoes
Don't talk your words, they sting

I keep pulling you in and then saying I'll quit like the addict I am
Beg don't do this again 

But just like that damn cigarette when I breathe you in, I wanna do it again and I hate the taste, but I crave the high
Hold you in my hands and I turn black and once I start, I can't go back but you still burn out in time
In time, in time

Takes time to give you up, but maybe I don't wanna try

Cause just like that damn cigarette when I breathe you in, I wanna do it again and I hate the taste, but I crave the high
I hold you in my hands and I turn black and once I start, I can't go back but you still burn out in time
In time, in time

Burn Out

Written by Maria Hassel
Produced by Kevin Monahan
Cover Art by The Factory by JakeBlow & Co.

When I see a red corvette pull of next to me
Remember that was your dream car
Is that still your dream car

Or do you still drive around that beat up old Jeep
That we used to cruise around in, that we ruled the town in

You get the Jeep, I'll get the cheap beer from my dad's closet
Slip your hand in my back pocket, we'll find the spot where it started
We can break curfew like we used to
Overuse "I love you"
Just like a time machine, it will be you and me
And sixteen
And sixteen

When that JT song comes through the stereo
Remember that was our song, do you ever sing along
Or do you change the station before you can even think
'Bout what we could've been if we never would've ended

You get the Jeep, I'll get the cheap beer from my dad's closet
Slip your hand in my back pocket, we'll find the spot where it started
We can break curfew like we used to
Overuse "I love you"
Just like a time machine, it will be you and me
And sixteen
And sixteen

Put on that football jersey and I'll find my strawberry lipgloss
And we can just get lost, get lost

Put on that football jersey and I'll find my strawberry lipgloss
And we can just get lost, get lost, get lost

You get the Jeep, I'll get the cheap beer from my dad's closet
Slip your hand in my back pocket, we'll find the spot where it started
We can break curfew like we used to
Overuse "I love you"
Just like a time machine, it will be you and me
And sixteen
And sixteen

When I see a red Corvette pull up next to me
Remember that was your dream car
Is that still your dream car

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