Vegas

We both grew up in small towns
But that never really held me back
I always found enough trouble
And, just barely made it out intact

She's the kind of girl who likes reading
Drinking cheap wine, and creating art
I'm the kind of kid who used to get suspended from school
Has a different story for every scar

But, you stay up late and listen
Oh, you and I, we connect the dots
Just put the key in the ignition
We'll keep going 'till this world stops

Tell your mother
That I love her
Just for having such a badass daughter
You were the charming indie-blockbuster
Who slowly crept in and stole my whole summer
So, tell Mom that we're running to Vegas
To bet it on black and make a grandbaby
She's got the top down
Singing loud
iPod's got that summer sound
Therapy's just a few texts away baby
And your heartbeat jitters like the 808's breakin'

She's the kind of girl who stares up at the stars
Watches the rain on a Sunday porch
She drives my car when I am too impaired
And sends me hockey scores in New York
And, she performs the tracheotomy when my words get to choking me
I'm the kind of kid that used to play with fire
But never felt the burn 'till you transpired

But, you stay up late and listen
Oh, you and I, we connect the dots
Just put the key in the ignition
We'll keep going 'till this world stops

Tell your mother
That I love her
Just for having such a badass daughter
You were the charming indie-blockbuster
Who slowly crept in and stole my whole summer
So, tell Mom that we're running to Vegas
To bet it on black
And make a grandbaby
And, tell your father
That his daughter
Is an epinephrine shot to my heart
You were a charming indie-blockbuster
Who slowly crept in and stole my whole summer
So, tell Mom that we're running to Vegas
To bet it on black
And make a grandbaby
She's got the top down
Singing loud
Her iPod's got the summer sound
Therapy's just a happy hour away baby
And your heartbeat jitters like the 808s breakin'

So, tell your mother
That I love her
Just for having such a badass daughter
You were the charming indie-blockbuster
Who slowly crept in and stole my whole summer
So, tell Mom that we're running to Vegas
To bet it on black
And make a grandbaby
She's got the top down
Singing loud
iPod's got that summer sound
Therapy's just a few shots away baby
And your heartbeat jitters like the 808s breakin'



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Edward Davis
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