​her

It's a song about a tick I've thrown back out
You sound
Sometimes, I wish I could find a reason to quit
It's the same, and I wouldn't play again, again
Give me a king, of the heart
And throw your hand for the pick

Wasn't really expecting to find you
Guess you didn't know that well

I was traveling and something behind her
Left a bad taste in my mouth
It's a song about what a tick I've thrown back out
You sound