Worn Songtext
von Robbie Cavanagh

I had your letter return to my house,
Portugals battered correspondence,
My hearts in the sugar, resealing this envelope.

If we rivers rose and this doesn't sound wrong,
I'd lick every fold to get close to your tongue,
But I cant remember and you'll never know what I wrote.

And love I'm worn out,
So leave me alone,
There's another option,
Take me.


I was so focused on keeping you close,
And convince you it's this boy who loves you the most,
But I service distraction from girls upon girls on screen.

And love I'm worn out,
So leave me alone,
There's another option,
Take me.

Love I'm worn out,
So leave me alone,
There's another option,
Take me,
Love I'm worn out,
So leave me alone,
There's another option,
Take me.