These Days ft. Will Shish Lyrics

These days

I'm not caught up how I used to

These days

I'm not hung up over you

These days

I'm looking for the right way

To do the wrong things

I'm not worried about you

So, you miss me? So what?

You're blind eyed, grow up

I'm somewhere in the Midwest on the dirt roads and a pickup truck

Tired of the blues, yeah

Love me, that's a fool's game

I crack the spell and break the voodoo

From the city of sinners

You're breaking my heart

In your winter comes sickness

Buried deep in my arms

These days

I'm not caught up how I used to

These days

I'm not hung up over you

These days

I'm looking for the right way

To do the wrong things

I'm not worried about you

So, I needed some space

From the time that we're wasting

Don't know where you lost me but we're both suffocating

The longer I wait the more that I want to

Open myself to something new

It's a fatal attraction

And we're feeding the flames

Oh, you're my biggest distraction

And I'm tired of the games

These days

I'm not caught up how I used to

These days

I'm not hung up over you

These days

I'm looking for the right way

To do the wrong things

I'm not worried about you