Paroles de Blow By Blow

I don't know what else to say, I think I did my best Momma's on the phone already talking to the press Tell them that I'm doing fine underplay distress I'm working out a story and there's so much to address Note by note Blow by blow Seeing it all laid out I should have known I don't know what else to say, I think I'm doing fine Tryna figure out what I will do with all my time Tell them anything you like, I'll own up to what's mine Knowing thunder gives away what lightning tries to hide No one was prepared But we all performed Like we'd done it all before Note by note Bruise by bruise Sometimes the hardest thing to learn Is what you get from what you lose I feel a fool, so do you For believing it could work out Like some things do