metronome
One, two, three, and
Haha, yeah, yeah, yeah
I guess it never was
Got the metronome playing in my headphones
Can't believe that I have got here but I meant to
I can't even really sing about you, I don't wanna think about you
Every time you're all up in my head though, aye, aye
Yeah, I play this piano and I play this guitar, and you're playing my heart, woah
Guess it's overcompensation, and I always hear you hating
And I'm always here just waiting, and I'm always here just laying alone
Laying alone, waiting for you to hit up my phone
Or staying for you to mess up the foam I planted inside my head to the bone
To stop all the noise from setting the tone and comfort the blow, I need to go home, yeah
Every time I walk down the street where your eyes looked at me
I just never wanna leave, yeah I never wanna
I feel cold in the sheets and it's really hard to sleep - what they say about sheep?
When you coming back, you said it would be soon but I haven't heard back
I think it's our time, yeah we're running out of slack
You're pinned down like a tack
Every time I watch something or listen to a song
I get a feeling in my heart that makes me have to sing along
It never feels too complicated, I know what I'm supposed to be
But I just don't know how I'mma get there, I don't know how I'm 'posed to lead
I'd take you to the movies but we both know what's on the screen
I've just been waiting, waiting, waiting for you to leave me
And I'm always here just laying alone
Laying alone, waiting for you to hit up my phone
Or staying for you to mess up the foam I planted inside my head to the bone
Got the metronome playing in my headphones
Can't believe that I have got here but I meant to
I can't even really sing about you, I don't wanna think about you
Every time you're all up in my head though, aye
Haha, yeah, yeah, yeah
I guess it never was
Got the metronome playing in my headphones
Can't believe that I have got here but I meant to
I can't even really sing about you, I don't wanna think about you
Every time you're all up in my head though, aye, aye
Yeah, I play this piano and I play this guitar, and you're playing my heart, woah
Guess it's overcompensation, and I always hear you hating
And I'm always here just waiting, and I'm always here just laying alone
Laying alone, waiting for you to hit up my phone
Or staying for you to mess up the foam I planted inside my head to the bone
To stop all the noise from setting the tone and comfort the blow, I need to go home, yeah
Every time I walk down the street where your eyes looked at me
I just never wanna leave, yeah I never wanna
I feel cold in the sheets and it's really hard to sleep - what they say about sheep?
When you coming back, you said it would be soon but I haven't heard back
I think it's our time, yeah we're running out of slack
You're pinned down like a tack
Every time I watch something or listen to a song
I get a feeling in my heart that makes me have to sing along
It never feels too complicated, I know what I'm supposed to be
But I just don't know how I'mma get there, I don't know how I'm 'posed to lead
I'd take you to the movies but we both know what's on the screen
I've just been waiting, waiting, waiting for you to leave me
And I'm always here just laying alone
Laying alone, waiting for you to hit up my phone
Or staying for you to mess up the foam I planted inside my head to the bone
Got the metronome playing in my headphones
Can't believe that I have got here but I meant to
I can't even really sing about you, I don't wanna think about you
Every time you're all up in my head though, aye
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Writer(s): Griffin T
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