16 Sundays
They say the good life's coming
So I keep on running
I think your friends had fun, yeah
But will I be remembered for something better than paying when we go out?
I'm so into myself, into myself, starting to drown
My phone treats me like hell, treats me like hell, can't put it down
My flaws flood through the door, cry on the floor of our old house
We all want to be loved, want to be loved, no one knows how
No one knows how
Yeah
They say the good life's coming
So I don't sleep much these days
So if I just keep running, it's gonna make things okay
But it all fades away
Summer '16 Sundays
Gonna be remembered and live forever on songs about going out
I'm so into myself, into myself, starting to drown
My phone treats me like hell, treats me like hell, can't put it down
My flaws flood through the door, cry on the floor of our old house
We all want to be loved, want to be loved, no one knows how
No one knows how
Yeah
I'm so into myself
No one knows how
I'm so into myself
I don't want to fight with you
We all want security
Can I make it right with you?
My regrets are hurting me
Club smoking cinnamon, I'm like a kid again
And nothing ever really ends until we wake up with summer skin
Tripping up is growing up, trying to be good enough
You needed time alone, I needed help
So I keep on running
I think your friends had fun, yeah
But will I be remembered for something better than paying when we go out?
I'm so into myself, into myself, starting to drown
My phone treats me like hell, treats me like hell, can't put it down
My flaws flood through the door, cry on the floor of our old house
We all want to be loved, want to be loved, no one knows how
No one knows how
Yeah
They say the good life's coming
So I don't sleep much these days
So if I just keep running, it's gonna make things okay
But it all fades away
Summer '16 Sundays
Gonna be remembered and live forever on songs about going out
I'm so into myself, into myself, starting to drown
My phone treats me like hell, treats me like hell, can't put it down
My flaws flood through the door, cry on the floor of our old house
We all want to be loved, want to be loved, no one knows how
No one knows how
Yeah
I'm so into myself
No one knows how
I'm so into myself
I don't want to fight with you
We all want security
Can I make it right with you?
My regrets are hurting me
Club smoking cinnamon, I'm like a kid again
And nothing ever really ends until we wake up with summer skin
Tripping up is growing up, trying to be good enough
You needed time alone, I needed help
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Writer(s): Jordan Witzigreuter
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