Primary

When I think about you, it be like red, yellow, blue
You're primary in my mind, like it's elementary school
We stick together like Elmer's, yeah a bottle of glue
If we doin' this we gon' need a box of Crayolas too
Get me some construction paper and it's crafts 'till the AM
Bring 'em to the parents, use the fridge to display 'em
Doesn't matter what you think, we just so proud that we made 'em
Boy I miss the days when we did shit like this

Cause when you enter my head, it be like blue, yellow, red
Don't wanna deal with what's around me, think about you instead
Cause when I do, I realize I hang by more than a thread
And I can climb back to a safe place where the demons are dead
You make me careless and carefree, you make me truly happy
And in the end is that not what we all wanted to achieve
Maybe one day we craft an empire of our own
Secondarily in love, and primarily at home

We can go to some place oh so far away
And we can always be each other's place to stay
Primary in my mind, and I mean everyday
I can't believe the way you make me



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Hesketh
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