Blank Stare
So we'll act like we're strangers
And we'll worry about it later
Oh this is kinda frightening
But thoughts of you seem everlasting
So we'll act like we're strangers
And we'll worry about it later
Oh this is kinda frightening
But thoughts of you seem everlasting
Phone call I'm playing with my hair
Don't fall asleep like don't you fucking dare
And it feels like we're running in fucking circles once again
Like how'd we get so far from the place that we had began
But we're older now
Things are so different
And maybe one day I'll express just how
Stupidly bad of an idea
We always are
But I thought bout you again
It's a viscous cycle
I really wish we could fucking end
But I guess until we can make up our minds on what we wanna find
We'll be friends and we'll just fucking throw it all back behind
Closed doors without locks
Cause every time we try we end up with the same thought
Blank stare
This shit is looking like a repeat
Don't care
See me driving all around the bell street
Blank stare
This shit is looking like a repeat
Don't care
See me driving all around the bell street
So we'll act like we're strangers
And we'll worry about it later
Oh this is kinda frightening
But thoughts of you seem everlasting
So we'll act like we're strangers
And we'll worry about it later
Oh this is kinda frightening
But thoughts of you seem everlasting
But we're older now
Things are so different
And maybe one day I'll express just how
Stupidly bad of an idea
We always are
But I thought bout you again
It's a viscous cycle
I really wish we could fucking end
And we'll worry about it later
Oh this is kinda frightening
But thoughts of you seem everlasting
So we'll act like we're strangers
And we'll worry about it later
Oh this is kinda frightening
But thoughts of you seem everlasting
Phone call I'm playing with my hair
Don't fall asleep like don't you fucking dare
And it feels like we're running in fucking circles once again
Like how'd we get so far from the place that we had began
But we're older now
Things are so different
And maybe one day I'll express just how
Stupidly bad of an idea
We always are
But I thought bout you again
It's a viscous cycle
I really wish we could fucking end
But I guess until we can make up our minds on what we wanna find
We'll be friends and we'll just fucking throw it all back behind
Closed doors without locks
Cause every time we try we end up with the same thought
Blank stare
This shit is looking like a repeat
Don't care
See me driving all around the bell street
Blank stare
This shit is looking like a repeat
Don't care
See me driving all around the bell street
So we'll act like we're strangers
And we'll worry about it later
Oh this is kinda frightening
But thoughts of you seem everlasting
So we'll act like we're strangers
And we'll worry about it later
Oh this is kinda frightening
But thoughts of you seem everlasting
But we're older now
Things are so different
And maybe one day I'll express just how
Stupidly bad of an idea
We always are
But I thought bout you again
It's a viscous cycle
I really wish we could fucking end
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Writer(s): Brandon Russell
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