Play Pretend
Alright
You sure you're good
You could go with me
The fuck if I don't
So we keep playing pretend
Uh
We play pretend
Get drunk, hold hands
Starless nights void our romance
No sense to make
This world's gone mad
Hoping all this bullshits passed
If this is all we're meant to be
Yeah
It's all so strange
You're here with me
But I'm ready for this night
What could be our last time
Shouldn't feel this right
Yeah
Tell me what's on your mind
Hard to hear
What you're telling me bae
Counting down to goodbye
Okay
So reminiscent
Summer's near
Mid-July
I'll meet you there
Like fireworks
Blown from the pier
We sit and watch them disappear
If this is all we're meant to be
(Meant to be, meant to be)
Yeah
It's all so strange
You're here with me
But I'm ready for this night
What could be our last time
Shouldn't feel this right
Yeah
Tell me what's on your mind
Hard to hear
What you're telling me bae
(Telling me bae)
Counting down to goodbye
Yeah
So here we are
Hold you bit closer baby
The hands are lined at twelve
By the morning
You'll be gone
You'll be gone
(Yeah)
You'll be gone, yeah
You'll be gone, yeah
You'll be gone, yeah
Somewhere far away
By the morning
You'll be gone
But I'm ready for this night
What could be our last time
Shouldn't feel this right
Tell me what's on your mind
Hard to hear
What you're telling me bae
(Telling me bae)
Counting down to goodbye
You sure you're good
You could go with me
The fuck if I don't
So we keep playing pretend
Uh
We play pretend
Get drunk, hold hands
Starless nights void our romance
No sense to make
This world's gone mad
Hoping all this bullshits passed
If this is all we're meant to be
Yeah
It's all so strange
You're here with me
But I'm ready for this night
What could be our last time
Shouldn't feel this right
Yeah
Tell me what's on your mind
Hard to hear
What you're telling me bae
Counting down to goodbye
Okay
So reminiscent
Summer's near
Mid-July
I'll meet you there
Like fireworks
Blown from the pier
We sit and watch them disappear
If this is all we're meant to be
(Meant to be, meant to be)
Yeah
It's all so strange
You're here with me
But I'm ready for this night
What could be our last time
Shouldn't feel this right
Yeah
Tell me what's on your mind
Hard to hear
What you're telling me bae
(Telling me bae)
Counting down to goodbye
Yeah
So here we are
Hold you bit closer baby
The hands are lined at twelve
By the morning
You'll be gone
You'll be gone
(Yeah)
You'll be gone, yeah
You'll be gone, yeah
You'll be gone, yeah
Somewhere far away
By the morning
You'll be gone
But I'm ready for this night
What could be our last time
Shouldn't feel this right
Tell me what's on your mind
Hard to hear
What you're telling me bae
(Telling me bae)
Counting down to goodbye
Credits
Writer(s): Xavier Robert Espinosa
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