1968

1968, Chevy red just like your face
When you smile
I wanna go back
I wanna go back
I wanna go back to sleep
I wanna go back
I wanna go back

I had a dream where I was trying to fix you
I'll give you a lift to rehab
I fell asleep with a box of tissues
Bitch, I really miss you
Me sad

You're on my street
1968, Chevy red just like your face
When you smiled
You waved at me
Only saw part of your face
Guess I'll see you in the grave
That'll be a while

I wanna go back
I wanna go back
I wanna go back to sleep
I wanna go back
I wanna go back
I wanna go back

I had a dream where I was trying to fix you
I'll give you a lift to rehab
I fell asleep with a box of tissues
Bitch, I really miss you
Me sad

You're on my street
1968, Chevy red just like your face
When you smiled
You waved at me
Only saw part of your face
Guess I'll see you in the grave
That'll be a while

Do you remember at the park when you asked me
If you could stay with me that week
You said, comfort me
I said, there's no problem, but what's wrong at home
I thought your mom was very sweet
Is she only nice to me?

Yeah, she's only nice to you
She's why I'm bruised
She drinks at noon then screams at me
Baby, please help me
Talks like that we had back then
Were signs of death her life was swept from underneath
Always smiled through her teeth

I had a dream where I was trying to fix you
I'll give you a lift to rehab
I fell asleep with a box of tissues
Bitch, I really miss you
Me sad

You're on my street
1968, Chevy red just like your face
When you smiled
You waved at me
Only saw part of your face
Guess I'll see you in the grave
That'll be a while



Credits
Writer(s): Hayden Wells
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