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I ain't the best at findin' the best red Dozen roses that steal your breath when I bring 'em home And, baby, you ain't too great at turnin' the page Lettin' go of my little mistakes, safe to say we both Got some room to grow But if there's one thing we know We got breakin' up down You go to your mama's I'll be goin' hard at the bar Tryna forget all about You 'til Friday rolls around And we're sayin' that we're sorry It's funny how we are, we Say goodbye, then, "Hey, you up?" Make a mess, then make it up We ain't got forever figured out But we got breakin' up down Yeah, we got breakin' up down I wish that it was different, but Girl, you're the G.O.A.T. of hittin' that open road Packin' that little Honda Accord full of all your things And I ain't too bad at tellin' you, "Don't come back" There's no one better at lettin' you leave Letras de canciones Yeah, we got breakin' up down You go to your mama's I'll be goin' hard at the bar Tryna forget all about You 'til Friday rolls around And we're sayin' that we're sorry It's funny how we are, we Say goodbye, then, "Hey, you up?" Make a mess, then make it up We ain't got forever figured out But we got breakin' up down The teardrops and taillights and "go to hell's" Then, "Hey, I've been missin' you again, baby" I'd say we got breakin' up down Yeah, we got breakin' up down Yeah, we got breakin' up down You go to your mama's I'll be goin' hard at the bar Tryna forget all about You 'til Friday rolls around And we're sayin' that we're sorry It's funny how we are, we Say goodbye, then, "Hey, you up?" Make a mess, then make it up We ain't got forever figured out But we got breakin' up down Aw, yeah, aw, yeah From Letras Mania