
Blown It (Own It Cover) Maisie Peters
"Blown It (Own It Cover)" by Maisie Peters, released in 2021, is a #Pop ballad that explores themes of regret, vulnerability, and self-reflection after a relationship's breakdown. The lyrics convey a sense of longing and acceptance, while the emotive vocals and stripped-back production enhance its heartfelt message. The song resonates with listeners navigating similar experiences.

[Chorus]
Blown it
Boy, you've just blown it
Coulda had me forever
Baby I doted on you
And everyone knows it
And you went the lowest
If you're sorry, show it
And I'll be right by you
I'll still be right by you
[Verse]
Lights down for the one I love
Go on and leave me in the dark again
Bad apple, wasted all my last one percent
Least I look cute crying in a cardigan
You wanna talk but you're never listening
I wanna walk but you got me zippered in
Lies so white like the cake at the christening
You're still not listening
Oh my, wrote a million songs
Oh my, right another million wrongs
Oh my, poor guy, didn't know what he had
'Til it was gone
I used to love being alone, now I can't stand it
I used to sigh, now I just manage
Cut off my arm, I was left handed
Another round of hopeless jokers
Blown it
Boy, you've just blown it
Coulda had me forever
Baby I doted on you
And everyone knows it
And you went the lowest
If you're sorry, show it
And I'll be right by you
I'll still be right by you
[Verse]
Lights down for the one I love
Go on and leave me in the dark again
Bad apple, wasted all my last one percent
Least I look cute crying in a cardigan
You wanna talk but you're never listening
I wanna walk but you got me zippered in
Lies so white like the cake at the christening
You're still not listening
Oh my, wrote a million songs
Oh my, right another million wrongs
Oh my, poor guy, didn't know what he had
'Til it was gone
I used to love being alone, now I can't stand it
I used to sigh, now I just manage
Cut off my arm, I was left handed
Another round of hopeless jokers
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