Brad Garcia - Zoey lyrics

[Verse 1] How was the time spent a poor? How was the time spent sleeping on your own? How was the bitterness? So sick, you had written my name out And put it in stone [Pre-Chorus] And you don't cry at funerals anymore And it makes you sick, oh god, how it makes you sick [Chorus] Someday, when I've said all my last words I swear that I'll make things fair [Verse 2] I bet you wish that you looked this good Doing things that you know that your heart never would [Pre-Chorus] And you don't cry at funerals anymore And it makes you sick, oh god, how it makes you sick [Chorus] Someday, when I've said all my last words I swear that I'll make things fair [Bridge] Call me a martyr, seems like a saint you less than know That you don't even care And you don't cry at funerals anymore [Outro] Can you ride it out? Can you ride it out? Can you ride it out? And it makes you sick, oh god, how it makes you sick