Fan Mail (feat. Bill & Aaron West)

I don't wanna wait for ya, don't wanna wait
For us to make another big mistake
All along, all along I knew your friends can't relate
Everyone can tell ya how to feel, but not how to change

It's not coming from your brain
It's only coming up the drain

And hows the tension treating ya, is it too much
And all these games that you're playing are they for us
You've got me walking through a past life, and the humidity is skin tight
Just wanna know if it'll fit right, nougat flowing from the inside
I've had some midnight sights that left me feeling tense
One girl thumbing through her fan mail, the other one on a parasite cleanse
There's nothing like a girlfriends girlfriend to shed light on uncommon sense
If your partners out of line, they'll be sure to take the time to chip away at our defense

It's not coming from your brain
It's only coming up the drain



Credits
Writer(s): Jackson Van Horn
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