Waves

No I won't be home this weekend
For my waves are curling up
I could see you're getting sea sick
But I won't give up

Called you out
You called me names
Brought up the things
We left in baggage claim
I told you once
The second time
It won't be so sweet
My love runs out

(Uh)

We went from sweet
To sour patches
Sour Patch Kids
With a book of matches
Light me up
It always turned
To shouting matches
Even though
I love your passion
But let's stop acting
Like we don't
Fear the stratus
The atmospheres
Like acid
I'll be glad once
I can stop being
An addict
Addicted to our madness
It's hard to imagine
How we've been
Growing a cactus
In a desert
Named Fools Attraction
From afar
The mirage
The facade
Was like a mansion
We could camp in
I'm sorry to dampen the mood
If it's coming off as rude
But you're better off
You doing you
You know it's true
You said I'm brutally honest
You're brutally flawless
That's me being modest



Credits
Writer(s): Austin Xavier, Austin Xavier Myles
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