Scared to Go Home

You put the air up in my lungs
You put the music on my tongue
I can only taste it sometimes though
I can only taste it sometimes
All these people lonely as fuck

How come I'm the only one that knows that
No one likes the music in this club
They're just too scared to go home alone

So people getting rough now
Standing on their toes, tryna make out
Speaking shit they don't know 'bout
Real up close, like it's profound
But this is just for fun, dude
You fucking idiot, this is for fun, dude
It's the weekend, people got jobs too
And there's secrets in everybody's plans too

You put the air up in my lungs
You put the music on my tongue
I can only taste it sometimes though
I can only taste it sometimes
All these people lonely as f-

I punch walls over spilled milk
So imagine if I screw this thing up
I play films in my head to stay still
But at least that keeps me busy enough
They're just too scared to go home alone

So people getting rough now
Standing on their toes, tryna make out
Speaking shit they don't know 'bout
Real up close, like it's profound
But this is just for fun, dude
You fucking idiot, this is for fun, dude
It's the weekend, people got jobs too
And there's secrets in everybody's plans too

You put the air up in my lungs
You put the music on my tongue
I can only taste it sometimes though
I can only taste it sometimes

You put the air up in my lungs
You put the music on my tongue
I can only taste it sometimes though
I can only taste it sometimes

You put the air up in my lungs
Lungs
Lungs
Lungs
Lungs



Credits
Writer(s): Bryce Connolly
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