Post Malone - Have The Heart

Baby, I don't have the heart to break yours
Yeah, and trouble rode in on the back of a pale white horse
You’re so sweet, and tryna leave is like
Slammin' a revolvin' door (Mhm)
Baby, I don’t have the heart to break yours

I should be calling it quits instead of calling you up (Yeah)
We should be making some plans (Mm)
Instead of makin' love (Oh)
We're playing chicken with "enough is enough"