Slipping
No I can't sleep next to you babe
The side of my bed always feels too small
And I can't keep texting you babe
It feels like you're living right down the hall
But the way you move
It feels like I'm drinking all day
And at night
I can't find the words to say
You got me feelin' like I'm
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping on ice
You got me feelin' like I'm
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping on ice
You got me feelin' like I'm
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping on ice
You got me feeling like I'm slipping
And what the hell? It's August
Oh you wake me up like the sun
Burnin' a hole straight through my head
And I have to walk when you run
I gotta slow down now or I'll end up dead
But when you treat me right
I forget about the things you say
And when you hold me tight
I just hang on and pray
You got me feelin' like I'm
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping on ice
You got me feelin' like I'm
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping on ice
You got me feelin' like I'm
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping on ice
You got me feeling like I'm slipping
And what the hell? It's August
The side of my bed always feels too small
And I can't keep texting you babe
It feels like you're living right down the hall
But the way you move
It feels like I'm drinking all day
And at night
I can't find the words to say
You got me feelin' like I'm
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping on ice
You got me feelin' like I'm
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping on ice
You got me feelin' like I'm
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping on ice
You got me feeling like I'm slipping
And what the hell? It's August
Oh you wake me up like the sun
Burnin' a hole straight through my head
And I have to walk when you run
I gotta slow down now or I'll end up dead
But when you treat me right
I forget about the things you say
And when you hold me tight
I just hang on and pray
You got me feelin' like I'm
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping on ice
You got me feelin' like I'm
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping on ice
You got me feelin' like I'm
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping
Slipping on ice
You got me feeling like I'm slipping
And what the hell? It's August
Credits
Writer(s): Mikah Feldman-stein
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