Huh-oh, oeh-oh, yea-eah
Another one, two check,
another song for the radio.
It hasn抰 sunk in yet,
but it抯 about to, get personal.
Last night my life,
she walked out with a suitcase.
Took me by surprise,
and I抦 hurting so bad.
Now there抯 just an empty paper
in a room that broke us up.
I抦 running out of melodies
they used to be enough.
I can抰 write it, I just,
I can抰 write a note.
I can抰 write it, I just,
I can抰 write it.
If I finish this song,
I抣l admit that she抯 gone.
and I won抰 write it, I just,
I won抰 write a note.
I won抰 write it, I just,
I won抰 write it.
Until my heart unlocks,
I ll have writers block, (oeh)
I ll have writers block..
You used to wait up late,
I said I d be right home.
I抎 even miss our dates,
cause I was grinding in the studio.
You always gave so much,
I tho
