Текст: Chase Coy. Other. Wounded.

Your words are full of honesty
The kind I breath, the kind that cuts me deep
And I am grasping for air, gasping for air now
Yesterday feels like a fresh wound, still I insist it's just a flesh wound
This is my reply for all the things you put me through

Don't count on me(don't count on me)
Don't count on my for anything
Don't count on me(don't count on me)
Don't count on me for anything

Looking back at all the words I sang you
I'm doing my best to forget you
But it still remains your name
A bitter taste on my tongue
I can't forget your kiss
Or the venom on your lips
This is gonna leave a scar
I am wounded

Don't count on me(don't count on me)
Don't count on me for anything
Don't count on me(don't count on me)
Don't count on me for anything

(Thanks to Kelsey for these lyrics)