Verse 1

You say you’re fine with a glass in your hand,

Missed last call, now you’re making big plans.

Names in your phone, but you don’t know them well,

One more promise that you won’t keep yourself.

She sees the stumble, she hears the same line,

You chase the next thrill, leave the truth behind.

Pre-Chorus

You call it freedom, but it’s taking its toll,

Every new number can’t fill that hole.

Chorus

Round and round, you’re running from the morning,

Big talk, fast nights, same old warning.

You want her close, then you’re gone by dawn,

Raise that glass, but the good days are gone.

Round and round, all heat, no heart,

You break another promise before you start.