Lines

Blonde boys blowing up my phone
I think he's in love with me
Reminds me of your voice
And even though we both made it out
You can still have my thoughts
'Till you fill these socks
I write them as notes on my phone
Instead of writing new
Moments, sounds cross my mind
But they're bright and blue, and blue, and blue
And ten years down the road
I still be sitting on the floor
Writing about you, writing about you
Lines about midnight car rides
And the color of your eyes
Thinking about you, thinking about you
Take a shower if I feel it again
No I can't get it out of my head, yeah
Ain't gonna lie, I kinda like the rush
Your mind was on fire
No I sat over, watched
And I searching for a difference, can not hide it
Getting drunk on somebody else's Lines
They come to me in the woods, no I can't help it
She probably just leave it, but I can help it
Those moments, sounds cross my mind
But they're bright and blue, and blue, and blue
And ten years down the road
I still be sitting on the floor
Writing about you, writing about you
Lines about midnight car rides
And the color of your eyes
Thinking about you, thinking about you
Take a shower if I feel it again
No I can't get it out of my head, yeah
So here's to the pretty guys, but when it's such a best
To the really witty guys?
And when you search your head
So vivid, still feeling
When I think about it
So vivid, still feeling
When I think about it
And ten years down the road
I still be sitting on the floor
Writing about you, writing about you
Lines about midnight car rides
And the color of your eyes
Thinking about you, thinking about you
And ten years down the road
I still be sitting on the floor
Writing about you, writing about you
Take a shower if I feelings again
No I can't get it out of my head, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Carter, Sarah Barthel, Christopher Carmouche, Ray Murray, Antwan Patton, Rico Wade, Rakim Mayers
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