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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Breakup Shoes
Breakup Shoes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John MacLeod
John MacLeod
Composer
Nicolas Zawisa
Nicolas Zawisa
Composer
Matthew Witsoe
Matthew Witsoe
Composer

Lyrics

I can't help but live in the past
'Cuz nothing gold ever tends to last
It's fading, fleeting, slipping out my hands
What if everything good is in the past?
But let's not let my anxiety take this too far
It's probably just time for me to leave this bar
And consider that I still have friends
And that whatever happens
They're not running away
They're just searching for their end game
So whatever happens
At least I've still got some friends
They're not slipping away
They're just doing whatever it takes
To be happy
Hitting up old homies just to talk
Stories of the glory days never stop
Remember back in school when we did everything?
It was fading, fleeting, memory-making
But let's not let my forgetfulness take this too far
It's probably just time for me to leave this bar
And consider that I still have friends
And that whatever happens
They're not running away
They're just searching for their endgame
So whatever happens
At least I've still got some friends
They're not slipping away
They're just doing whatever it takes
To be happy
I hope that you find
Whatever it is
That fills up your cup
When I wasn't enough
I hope that you find
Whatever it is
What makes you happy
Happy without me
I hope that you find
Whatever it is
That fills up your cup
When I wasn't enough
I hope that you find
Whatever it is
That makes you happy
So whatever happens
At least I've still got some friends
Written by: John MacLeod, Matthew Witsoe, Nicolas Zawisa
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