Concorde flies in my room Tears the house to shreds Defines the night as such A home for us, stick insects And leaves no trace of luck At every market town that we intersect I die, like, fifteen times A dark blue stem brings me to their breast And I'm feeling kinda normal with a packed lunch Train rides don't hurt much these days We're all working on ourselves And we're praying that the rest don't mind how much we've changed So if you see me looking strange with a fresh style I'm still not feeling that great And then it's in soft focus all around you You can't see the football game On my dad's sofa, we are still And we never look at our phones anymore
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Oh, I can't think of anything better Pick a hair off my sweater And drown in me Like boyfriend jeans Oh, I haven't felt this way in like ever I am the convo, you are the weather And the clamp is a cracked smile cheek And it tortures me And I haven't felt this way in like ever I am the convo, you are the weather And the clamp is a cracked smile cheek And it tortures me
In my bedsheets, now wet Of Charli, I pray to forget All I’ve been forms the drone, we sing the rest Oh, your generous loan to me, your crippling interest In my bedsheets, now wet Of Charli, I pray to forget All I’ve been forms the drone, we sing the rest Oh, your generous loan to me, your crippling interest Oh, in my bedsheets, now wet Of Charli, I pray to forget All I've been forms the drone, we sing the rest Oh, your generous loan to me, your crippling interestTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
