Dean Blunt
Dead Horse
[Verse 1]
I have a secret
I need to tell you
Have impostor syndrome
And it's not a joke

[Pre-Chorus]
I hate your temper, it makes me sick
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate the way you make me act
Being honest to god and it's just a fact

[Chorus]
I hate your temper, it makes me sick
I hate the way you make me feel
It makes me sick, it makes me sick
I have a secret; too little, too late

[Verse 2]
I have a secret
All that you have is just for me
All that we had, was just a dream

[Refrain]
Say it in the morning
You're not helping
It's all about you
Say it in the morning
Please, baby, sleep on it

Can we talk it in the morning?
Please, baby, sleep on it
Is it something I said?

[Outro]
Can we talk it in the morning?
Please baby sleep on it
Can we talk it in the morning?
Please baby sleep on it
Is it something I said?
Too little, too late