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These Four Words || The Maine

I really should just go home and play with myself, better that than stay and do something else. ‘Cause we can’t be friends, that much I know. I wish it wasn’t so. And I can’t take my heart some place it won’t go, show me to the door. As if a plane crash were timely, there’s no good time for bad news. And these four words don’t come easy, I don’t love you. So listen to your friends and leave me alone, I’m just a boy, I’m drunk, I’m twenty-four. I don’t wanna hurt you anymore, don’t waste your tears on me now, pretty girl. When I hate myself for letting you go, you can be the one to say, ‘I told you so’. As if a plane crash were timely, there’s no good time for bad news. And these four words don’t come easy.
I don’t love you.