Chartreuse
Tried to hold the way things are flowing
You've got a silence that keeps things going
Will I find my perfect little summer
Night late regiments
Contain your elegance
Every night turns out as an experiment
Look through your eyes
And sleep through the night till monday
East and west I know the best
She's got nicer lips like nothing I could ever guess
I just think that I'm holding on to something
But I think they will find
A better shot at life
She thinks I don't know
The way things go
with your voice, and a song speeding you know
Pink streets with a pin through my shoulder
I'd eat some cauliflower and snap a silly photo
Can I find a liar in what i'm saying
Coming home confused I don't need to bother
Make your mistakes, ricochet like the rubber
You always try to see things through my perspective
And even that time when I was triggered,
You understood that I just couldn't handle
Inside a pocket, on the jeans that you picked out
But you think I can wait here for you
And you think I haven't figured out my meanings, oh the rules
(Solo)
Look at all the plans that you made now
They can't be your chauffeur any how
Look at all the plans that you made now
They may turn you down into a cloud
oh, oh oh.
You've got a silence that keeps things going
Will I find my perfect little summer
Night late regiments
Contain your elegance
Every night turns out as an experiment
Look through your eyes
And sleep through the night till monday
East and west I know the best
She's got nicer lips like nothing I could ever guess
I just think that I'm holding on to something
But I think they will find
A better shot at life
She thinks I don't know
The way things go
with your voice, and a song speeding you know
Pink streets with a pin through my shoulder
I'd eat some cauliflower and snap a silly photo
Can I find a liar in what i'm saying
Coming home confused I don't need to bother
Make your mistakes, ricochet like the rubber
You always try to see things through my perspective
And even that time when I was triggered,
You understood that I just couldn't handle
Inside a pocket, on the jeans that you picked out
But you think I can wait here for you
And you think I haven't figured out my meanings, oh the rules
(Solo)
Look at all the plans that you made now
They can't be your chauffeur any how
Look at all the plans that you made now
They may turn you down into a cloud
oh, oh oh.
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Writer(s): Alin Hiatt
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