CUT SEASON

Gia Woods

Compositor: Gia Woods / Lisa Scinta / Cole Citrenbaum

Too young to feel
This bad, hoping
Something might change
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
We hide it well
But we're broken
We've seen better days

We fell off the same page
We don’t want the same things now
No-o-o-ow
I tried to take the right way
All you do is stress me out
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

I don't need a reason
It's cut season
I don't need a reason
It's cut season
I, I'm done
You ruined everything that made this fun
I don't need a reason
It's cut season

It's cut season

You get a high when you're weighting me down
It's too heavy
You fill me up just enough, but you leave on empty
Baby it's a dead thing

I don't need a reason
It's cut season
I don't need a reason
It's cut season
I, I'm done
You ruined everything that made this fun
I don't need a reason
It's cut season

It's cut season
It's cut season
It's cut season
It's cut season