Hate To Tell You

You're like a flashlight All in my face I Just wanna turn you off

Like all the other guys You like my brown eyes Told me like eleven times

I don't wanna know What kind of car you drive Sick of these county guys Killing my summer nights You think this is going well

I hate to tell you But I don't think this is going your way I hate to tell you You're not the one that's leaving with me

You're like a sad song When nothing's going wrong Just wanna turn you down

Don't wanna hear about What's in your bank account Wish someone would help me out, yeah

Yeah, I don't really care What kind of clothes you wear Sick of these county guys Killing my summer nights You think this is going well

I hate to tell you But I don't think this is going your way I hate to tell you You're not the one that's leaving with me

Mhm... you're not the one Yeah, I don't wanna know Sick of these county guys Killing my summer nights You think this is going well

I hate to tell you But I don't think this is going your way I hate to tell you You're not the one that's leaving with me

I hate to tell you But I don't think this is going your way I hate to tell you You're not the one that's leaving with me