Lyrics Two Weeks - Handguns

Two Weeks

Two weeks in
I got this feeling that I could not stand you
Two weeks in
I got this feeling that I kind of hate you
Your Mother’s front porch when you threw your bags down
(the whole town could see us)
What did you think was going to happen?
(no one could see us)
This is potentially
The worst thing that’s happened to me
And I won’t deny it, because I’m in denial
Months go by
You shoot that smile that gets you your way
The fool that I play, I’m back in your bed tonight
And although we’re young, we said that we’d make this count
So take your bags and get the hell out of town
SO take your bags, because I don’t need you around