Games
I guess it's the way
My mind likes to play games
Cuz when I'm alone (All alone)
Think about things we shoulda done
Like flying down the freeway
Or feeling off of my face
I see you under fresh bangs
In the glow of the delay
And hate missing the moment
I don't know how to cope yet
Like two strangers in moonlight
Highlight reels of the good times
I got waste in my mental
Made sense to me then, though
Better but I've been slow
I hate wasted potential
Got you on my mental
Got you on my mental
Did you ever catch my line?
Is the feeling right?
I think that maybe we could meet up in another life
When I go out for no good reason
Please don't sweat, it's just for fun
Cuz when I'm all alone in my room
Think of things we shoulda done
Saw the letter that you wrote me like
Boy you never spend a lonely night
Well, it's ironic how quick things change
See, lately boredom been my state of mind
It's like I'm only good at wasting time
And asking folks if you're ok
So I'm just waiting in the basement
Feeling something less than vacant
Hear the clock hands pacing
And my memorias racing
Thinking what's it gonna be like?
How's it gonna be?
What's it gonna be like
When you lay eyes on me?
What's it gonna be like?
How's it gonna be?
What's it gonna be like
When you lay eyes on me?
My mind likes to play games
Cuz when I'm alone (All alone)
Think about things we shoulda done
Like flying down the freeway
Or feeling off of my face
I see you under fresh bangs
In the glow of the delay
And hate missing the moment
I don't know how to cope yet
Like two strangers in moonlight
Highlight reels of the good times
I got waste in my mental
Made sense to me then, though
Better but I've been slow
I hate wasted potential
Got you on my mental
Got you on my mental
Did you ever catch my line?
Is the feeling right?
I think that maybe we could meet up in another life
When I go out for no good reason
Please don't sweat, it's just for fun
Cuz when I'm all alone in my room
Think of things we shoulda done
Saw the letter that you wrote me like
Boy you never spend a lonely night
Well, it's ironic how quick things change
See, lately boredom been my state of mind
It's like I'm only good at wasting time
And asking folks if you're ok
So I'm just waiting in the basement
Feeling something less than vacant
Hear the clock hands pacing
And my memorias racing
Thinking what's it gonna be like?
How's it gonna be?
What's it gonna be like
When you lay eyes on me?
What's it gonna be like?
How's it gonna be?
What's it gonna be like
When you lay eyes on me?
Credits
Writer(s): Hayley Porter
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