Sinkin’ Briston Maroney

[Verse 1]
All that she needed
Was one good reason
And you couldn't find it
Left her standing
So damn demanding
With hands in your pockets
Took all the money
Never found it funny
Moved back with your parents
Blamed all the feelings
You can't conceal
On emotional violence

[Refrain]
But some things are out of your hands

[Verse 2]
Looks like Indiana
Packed up her bags
And went out and got it
Took her clothes from the closet
Safety deposit wasn't an option
Caught up to beauty
Always saw through me
And knew what she wanted
Product of passion
Foretold the fashion
And lived out of order