Logan Brill Giving Up
I'm giving up these numbers on these napkins
These buy me one more drinks and we'll see what happens
I'm giving up whiskeys and cokes, these neon clouds of smoke
These not so funny jokes that I've been laughing at anyway
I'm quitting, kicking the habit of trying to get over you
Giving in getting in my car
George Strait singing "baby run" on the radio
I could find it blindfolded in the dark
Pulling in your drive still feels like coming home
I open the screen door, knock on your front door
Just to tell you that
I'm giving up on giving up
I'm giving up on giving up
I'm giving up on giving up on you
I'm giving up feeling so damn empty
Of setting fire to these three by five memories
I'm giving up the bold face lie that I'm alright
Well, damned if I don't love you anymore
Giving in getting in my car
George Strait singing "baby run" on the radio
I could find it blindfolded in the dark
Pulling in your drive still feels like coming home
I open the screen door, knock on your front door
Just to tell you that
I'm giving up on giving up
I'm giving up on giving up
I'm giving up on giving up on you
Giving in getting in my car
George Strait singing "baby run" on the radio
I could find it blindfolded in the dark
Pulling in your drive still feels like coming home
I open the screen door, knock on your front door
I'm coming home and baby, I just can't live without you
And I'm giving up on giving up
I'm giving up on giving up
I'm giving up on giving up on you
I'm giving up on giving up
I'm giving up on giving up
I'm giving up on giving up on you
