Lyrics Crooks - Dead Harts

Crooks

I hate to break this to you
The way this train is rolling is clearly out of your reach
We can’t afford to drag our feet
Now we’re reborn
Upon our sides is yet another thorn
Just when you thought I’d let my guard down
I stop you right in your tracks
Too many times I’ve made a rod for my own back
But now I’m still here walking down these streets with my fucking head held high
No feeling of defeat, just an overwhelming rush of relief
To know you’re gone and know you’re never coming back
So sick of your empty threats and shooting the shit
So do your fucking worst bitch
Let it be, the past is dead we’re history
Let it be, I’m stronger now you will see
Let it be, you’ll move on eventually
Let it be, the past is dead we’re history