Hitchhike
Nobody's ever home
Nobody's ever home
I'm waiting for your calls, I hide secrets in the walls
A dose of me to get you feeling like Niagara Falls
She picking up cigarettes and she calling me from the store
She saying that she's staying over 'til tomorrow morn
Well, you don't have to be somebody else when you're around me
Woah
The pressure that you feel, it's not real
So why do you look like you're drowning?
She's hitchhiking the road
She got nowhere to go
She walking around, knocking on doors
Yeah, nobody's home
Nobody's ever home
Nobody's ever home
She used to want fame
But now she just wanna drink
She still turning heads everywhere that she go
But it's different 'cause now they just smelling the dank
She's immature, she likes playing in rain
She likes whiffing that cocaine
She finds the joy in the littlest things
She's changing her hair, but she's leaving the bangs
She puts me through hella shit
I just go along with most of it
She grabs ahold, won't let go of it
I guess that's why they don't let her in
Oh, oh
Well, you don't have to be somebody else when you're around me
Woah
The pressure that you feel, it's not real
So why do you look like you're drowning?
She's hitchhiking the road
She got nowhere to go
She walking around, knocking on doors
Yeah, nobody's home
Nobody's ever home
Nobody's ever home
Nobody's ever home
I'm waiting for your calls, I hide secrets in the walls
A dose of me to get you feeling like Niagara Falls
She picking up cigarettes and she calling me from the store
She saying that she's staying over 'til tomorrow morn
Well, you don't have to be somebody else when you're around me
Woah
The pressure that you feel, it's not real
So why do you look like you're drowning?
She's hitchhiking the road
She got nowhere to go
She walking around, knocking on doors
Yeah, nobody's home
Nobody's ever home
Nobody's ever home
She used to want fame
But now she just wanna drink
She still turning heads everywhere that she go
But it's different 'cause now they just smelling the dank
She's immature, she likes playing in rain
She likes whiffing that cocaine
She finds the joy in the littlest things
She's changing her hair, but she's leaving the bangs
She puts me through hella shit
I just go along with most of it
She grabs ahold, won't let go of it
I guess that's why they don't let her in
Oh, oh
Well, you don't have to be somebody else when you're around me
Woah
The pressure that you feel, it's not real
So why do you look like you're drowning?
She's hitchhiking the road
She got nowhere to go
She walking around, knocking on doors
Yeah, nobody's home
Nobody's ever home
Nobody's ever home
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Writer(s): Jake Stark
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