End of the season, change in the air
Is there a point to going on?
Couldn't help, but I tried anyway
Push me away for one last time
What is your fight's point? Is it your name?
Couldn't be sweeter, I'm choking on sugar
Taking your drug, but I'm immune to the high
Nothing equates to a round of "I'm sorry"
Admit to something even if it's a lie... sometimes
Why say you're sorry? Rather hear you're right
Glass tears
And you keep it coming, coming... I can't stop running, running
Mike Grubb - End of the Season Lyrics
Mike Grubb - End of the Season Lyrics
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End of the season, change in the air
Is there a point to going on?
Couldn't help, but I tried anyway
Push me away for one last time
What is your fight's point? Is it your name?
Couldn't be sweeter, I'm choking on sugar
Taking your drug, but I'm immune to the high
Nothing equates to a round of "I'm sorry"
Admit to something even if it's a lie... sometimes
Why say you're sorry? Rather hear you're right
Glass tears
And you keep it coming, coming... I can't stop running, running
Is there a point to going on?
Couldn't help, but I tried anyway
Push me away for one last time
What is your fight's point? Is it your name?
Couldn't be sweeter, I'm choking on sugar
Taking your drug, but I'm immune to the high
Nothing equates to a round of "I'm sorry"
Admit to something even if it's a lie... sometimes
Why say you're sorry? Rather hear you're right
Glass tears
And you keep it coming, coming... I can't stop running, running
Writer: Michael Grubb
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