Bubbles
You could call me a regular, I'm a basic fix for a better man
Seasons change, I'm a maniac for a better love with a bitter hand
If you see how it's shaken down, and you can't live without, I could light the whole thing up
All the parts that you're fucking with, like a tourniquet, I could light the whole thing up
You could say I'm a stranger now, it's so foreign, now we can get it straight
Hazy days in suburbia, at your father's house, we self-medicate
Intertwined with my urgency, it's all new to me, I could light the whole thing up
Nothing else' been impressing me, but I gotta see
I could light the whole thing up
Burn the room
Oh, I hear, hear it swell
Over soon
Oh, I hear, hear it now
Honest to God, I really couldn't lie to your face
I look away and feel like a mess
And what I can't accept is the truth that I don't love you
Wish I would say "I was a better friend to you then, I'm fucking sorry"
Wish I would say "I was a better friend to you then, I'm fucking sorry"
Once in a while, I will remember everything good
Once in a while
Burn the room
Feel it bloom now (everything, everything, remember everything...)
Over soon
I feel it bloom now (remember everything, everything)
Everything, everything
Everything, everything
Everything, everything
Everything, everything
Everything, everything
Everything, everything
Everything, everything
Everything
Seasons change, I'm a maniac for a better love with a bitter hand
If you see how it's shaken down, and you can't live without, I could light the whole thing up
All the parts that you're fucking with, like a tourniquet, I could light the whole thing up
You could say I'm a stranger now, it's so foreign, now we can get it straight
Hazy days in suburbia, at your father's house, we self-medicate
Intertwined with my urgency, it's all new to me, I could light the whole thing up
Nothing else' been impressing me, but I gotta see
I could light the whole thing up
Burn the room
Oh, I hear, hear it swell
Over soon
Oh, I hear, hear it now
Honest to God, I really couldn't lie to your face
I look away and feel like a mess
And what I can't accept is the truth that I don't love you
Wish I would say "I was a better friend to you then, I'm fucking sorry"
Wish I would say "I was a better friend to you then, I'm fucking sorry"
Once in a while, I will remember everything good
Once in a while
Burn the room
Feel it bloom now (everything, everything, remember everything...)
Over soon
I feel it bloom now (remember everything, everything)
Everything, everything
Everything, everything
Everything, everything
Everything, everything
Everything, everything
Everything, everything
Everything, everything
Everything
Credits
Writer(s): Whistler Allen, Jake Luppen, Nathan Stocker, Zachary Sutton, Brandon Burton
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