Wildwood, NJ
Where the hell am I
You wouldn't know 'cause you never really ask me
Those tiny drops used to roll right off me but
I guess my skin's turned paper thin
(Every way I lasted is unreal)
Where the hell am I
Sweet water isn't home in the fabric of my hoodie
I guess it's better you returned it last week and
That I'm not drowning in sweet water
(Every way I lasted is unreal)
Feel like I'm standing in the middle of a freak show
And who am I to call you this late
Carnival games don't age well after summer
You wouldn't pick up anyway
Where the hell am I
I always wished you were more like Rosie
You're to me as I was to her
I regret every second since last December
I guess I needed her to break my heart first
Otherwise would I have learned
(Every way I lasted is unreal)
Feel like I'm standing in the middle of a freak show
And who am I to call you this late
Carnival games don't age well after summer
You wouldn't pick up anyway
Feel like I'm standing in the middle of a freak show
And who am I to call you this late
Carnival games don't age well after summer
You wouldn't pick up anyway
Feel like I'm standing in the middle of a freak show
And who am I to call you this late
Carnival games don't age well after summer
You wouldn't pick up anyway
You wouldn't know 'cause you never really ask me
Those tiny drops used to roll right off me but
I guess my skin's turned paper thin
(Every way I lasted is unreal)
Where the hell am I
Sweet water isn't home in the fabric of my hoodie
I guess it's better you returned it last week and
That I'm not drowning in sweet water
(Every way I lasted is unreal)
Feel like I'm standing in the middle of a freak show
And who am I to call you this late
Carnival games don't age well after summer
You wouldn't pick up anyway
Where the hell am I
I always wished you were more like Rosie
You're to me as I was to her
I regret every second since last December
I guess I needed her to break my heart first
Otherwise would I have learned
(Every way I lasted is unreal)
Feel like I'm standing in the middle of a freak show
And who am I to call you this late
Carnival games don't age well after summer
You wouldn't pick up anyway
Feel like I'm standing in the middle of a freak show
And who am I to call you this late
Carnival games don't age well after summer
You wouldn't pick up anyway
Feel like I'm standing in the middle of a freak show
And who am I to call you this late
Carnival games don't age well after summer
You wouldn't pick up anyway
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Writer(s): Anna Gurl
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