Morning View

Your palms are cold
Thinking of her
Stood at her door
I told you if you got her
Why's she ignoring you

She's a morning view

She's going off
About her mom
So when she calls you
She'd make you think you got her
Tied up around you

But she's a morning view
Every shade of blue
Blend into her walls over night

Blue is the color of her eyes in the night
Moon kissed, a piece of her resides in the sky
Blue is the color that she likes



Credits
Writer(s): Brooke Rowland
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