My plans of love and longevity end in turnaround I'm tired of saying sorry Look at my hands and question my sanity with a cottonmouth Get me out of this party Because honestly Don't need you to coddle me You're saying subconsciously I've got something wrong with me Broken hearts get cold in October Gotten worse now that it's been snowing Grandma asked if you would come over No remarks 'bout how it's been going Giving thanks was harder this season Spent it tied up in our loose ends Told my family I like the freedom Cause I don't want their two cents Two cents Your friends said I was unhealthy and maybe they were right Now that's a good callout Six-month fuse where maybe us two were made of dynamite Now we're dealing with the fallout And it was vicious Your venom's in my system Your clothes are on my sister I wish I did it different Broken hearts get cold in October Gotten worse now that it's been snowing Grandma asked if you would come over No remarks 'bout how it's been going Giving thanks was harder this season Spent it tied up in our loose ends Told my family I like the freedom Cause I don't want their two cents Two cents