Bobby Meader Music - Waffle Cones lyrics

rate me

Sick of being on time

It's been six weeks since my last glass of wine

I'm sick of all the gossip

Just get me the papers so I know where to sign

Love will come eventually

For all the nights that I felt cheap

If everyone could sing right along what else would we have in mind?

Happiness is singing your best friends song

For the ones we'll always love

We are waiting for the west coast and the east coast to feel our sound

Set us up we'll turn it down

Cause we'Il be close to another town

I wish I could say the ones we love would never come

That's why we keep going on

Happiness is singing your best friends song

For the ones we'll always love

We are waiting for the west coast and the east coast to feel our sound

And you always wanted more but I couldn't give it to you could I?

You said that life was a trip

That you’d watch it drown

And now the ties of a family is what slowly drips down

From every last cell that’s beaten me down