"Tough Love" lyrics
MAYCE Lyrics
I would die if I saw you, I'd die if I didn't
Had a dream last night, you were in it
Holding an 805
And I was sipping some old Cabernet wine
Them sweet East Coast houses we would live in
Talking about when we get married, thank God we didn't
For the sake of our families
We both know we wouldn't get by
I wish I could hate you
Do you not remember every time that I forgave you?
When you told me not to cry, I'd say thank you
Like who the hell am I?
I can count on my fingers
Every time you damn near time you picked me up off my feet
I grabbed the car, drove to Jackson Hole, Wyoming
Outside that bar
I cried all my tears in the rear on Highway 180
I should've called it when you sold me on that dream and I bought it
With all the misdemeanors drying all my tears
From five good years of us
Yeah, that's what they call tough love
Something that I'd never guess is you're dating all your best friends' exes
I don't mean to be pretentious, breaking off from common senses
That says more about you than I
First time I didn't cry
But I sure had some words
And you know that I should hate you
Do you not remember every time that I saved you?
When you told me not to cry, and I'll say thank you
Like who the hell am I?
I can count on my fingers
Every time you damn near time you picked me up off my feet
I grabbed the car, drove to Jackson Hole, Wyoming
Outside that bar
I cried all my tears in the rear on Highway 180
I should've called it when you sold me on that dream and I bought it
With all the misdemeanors drying all my tears
From five good years of us
Yeah, that's what they call tough love
Had a dream last night, you were in it
Holding an 805
And I was sipping some old Cabernet wine
Them sweet East Coast houses we would live in
Talking about when we get married, thank God we didn't
For the sake of our families
We both know we wouldn't get by
I wish I could hate you
Do you not remember every time that I forgave you?
When you told me not to cry, I'd say thank you
Like who the hell am I?
I can count on my fingers
Every time you damn near time you picked me up off my feet
I grabbed the car, drove to Jackson Hole, Wyoming
Outside that bar
I cried all my tears in the rear on Highway 180
I should've called it when you sold me on that dream and I bought it
With all the misdemeanors drying all my tears
From five good years of us
Yeah, that's what they call tough love
Something that I'd never guess is you're dating all your best friends' exes
I don't mean to be pretentious, breaking off from common senses
That says more about you than I
First time I didn't cry
But I sure had some words
And you know that I should hate you
Do you not remember every time that I saved you?
When you told me not to cry, and I'll say thank you
Like who the hell am I?
I can count on my fingers
Every time you damn near time you picked me up off my feet
I grabbed the car, drove to Jackson Hole, Wyoming
Outside that bar
I cried all my tears in the rear on Highway 180
I should've called it when you sold me on that dream and I bought it
With all the misdemeanors drying all my tears
From five good years of us
Yeah, that's what they call tough love
