Texas

You want the type the way you make me feel (the way, the way, the way you)

Long nights in Texas
You'll never read what I sent your address
Attached a Polaroid of me in September
You're skipping breakfast again
Lashing out at all of my friends

Long nights in JC
Thought I'd jump if you made me
Kicked out at 16, take trains
Thought my brain might kill me
Couch-bed my pillows keep
Slipping out from under my head

What can I do to find out
If I ever meant something to you?
I fall out of the wrong side of the bed
Was it something I said?
I'm just talking to you from inside of my head

You want you want you want you want
You want you want you want you want
The type the type the type
The type the type the type
The type the way
The way the way
You make me feel, you make me
You want you want you want you want
You want you want you want you want
The type the type the type
The type the type the type
The type the type the way

You want the type the way you make me feel

You want you want you want you want
You want you want you want you want
The type the type the type
The type the type the type
The type the way
The way the way
You make me feel, you make me
You want you want you want you want
You want you want you want you want
The type the type the type
The type the type the type
The type the type the way
The way the way
You make me feel, you make me

Long flight to Paris
Next train to London
If I shut my eyes tight enough
Would it all
Just be so simple
Hollow point in my mental
Glitch inside of my system
Just floating around, around, around

You want the way that I feel
It's in the back of my mind
I want it all of the time
I want it all of the time
I'm tasting blood in my mouth
I'm seeing ghosts in my house
I'm stuck but I got it down
I'm stuck but I got it down

And I found a way to make it real
You'll never take it back from me
I found a way to make it real
You'll never take it back from me

Make it real
Take it back
Make it real

Just a second of bliss
Is all I ever need
I hit the wall with my fist
Until it starts to bleed
It's not a total eclipse
But it all looks dark to me
Memory of us as kids
Not who I wanted us to be

But I want it
Ah, ah, I want it, ah
I want it, ah, ah, I want it
Ah, I want it, ah, ah I want it
Ah, ah, I want it



Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Peterson, James Butler
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