Hurt No More CHASE WRIGHT
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[Intro]
I don't wanna hurt no more, no more, no more
[Verse 1]
I could pick up when your name lights up and tell you, "Baby, come on over"
I could say, "Yes," to whatever comes next and forget about closure
[Pre-Chorus]
I could let your fingertips take control of me in the dark
And not worry about how it ends, yeah, baby, I could let you start
[Chorus]
Pouring that gas, striking that match, and setting this bed on fire
Shutting those blinds, hitting rewind, and go where we ain't been in a while
I could kiss you once, forget the past
Act like this time's gonna last
And I could and I would let you walk back through that door
But I don't wanna hurt no more, no more, no more
Yeah, I don't wanna hurt no more, no more, no more
[Verse 2]
It's funny how done only really means done until you find you way back over
And you only say, "I miss you," drunk and that's the issue, never when you're sober
I could let you play those games, but you know I know good and well
If we rekindle that burnt-out flame, I'll be living in a living Hell
I don't wanna hurt no more, no more, no more
[Verse 1]
I could pick up when your name lights up and tell you, "Baby, come on over"
I could say, "Yes," to whatever comes next and forget about closure
[Pre-Chorus]
I could let your fingertips take control of me in the dark
And not worry about how it ends, yeah, baby, I could let you start
[Chorus]
Pouring that gas, striking that match, and setting this bed on fire
Shutting those blinds, hitting rewind, and go where we ain't been in a while
I could kiss you once, forget the past
Act like this time's gonna last
And I could and I would let you walk back through that door
But I don't wanna hurt no more, no more, no more
Yeah, I don't wanna hurt no more, no more, no more
[Verse 2]
It's funny how done only really means done until you find you way back over
And you only say, "I miss you," drunk and that's the issue, never when you're sober
I could let you play those games, but you know I know good and well
If we rekindle that burnt-out flame, I'll be living in a living Hell
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