July
You were back home for a couple of months
And that old park bench reminds you of us
It's time to pay a visit to your favourite gold rush
I let you back in like the door never closed
Cuz when you first left I guess time just froze
And I ain't afraid of any kinda ghost
Our past is my favourite one to dig up
Your lips wiping off my makeup
I know that this'll be a short-lived high
There's only so many days in July
You kissed me hard but never let me in
You were born for leavin', so that's what you did
But it's so fun when you forget that there's an ending
Cuz it feels so good when you look at me
Your brown eyes cuttin' scars into my green
What a shame that time's a flimsy thing
Our past is my favourite one to dig up
Your lips wiping off my makeup
I know that this'll be a short-lived high
There's only so many days in July
But I can still remember the car rides
Hand on my thigh
How quick you forgot on London time
Iced coffee, do you love me?
Or was I just temporary
You were back home for a couple of months
And that old park bench reminds you of us
Our past is my favourite one to dig up
Your lips wiping off my makeup
I was fine livin' a short-lived high
On the so many days in July
There's only so many days
And that old park bench reminds you of us
It's time to pay a visit to your favourite gold rush
I let you back in like the door never closed
Cuz when you first left I guess time just froze
And I ain't afraid of any kinda ghost
Our past is my favourite one to dig up
Your lips wiping off my makeup
I know that this'll be a short-lived high
There's only so many days in July
You kissed me hard but never let me in
You were born for leavin', so that's what you did
But it's so fun when you forget that there's an ending
Cuz it feels so good when you look at me
Your brown eyes cuttin' scars into my green
What a shame that time's a flimsy thing
Our past is my favourite one to dig up
Your lips wiping off my makeup
I know that this'll be a short-lived high
There's only so many days in July
But I can still remember the car rides
Hand on my thigh
How quick you forgot on London time
Iced coffee, do you love me?
Or was I just temporary
You were back home for a couple of months
And that old park bench reminds you of us
Our past is my favourite one to dig up
Your lips wiping off my makeup
I was fine livin' a short-lived high
On the so many days in July
There's only so many days
Credits
Writer(s): Madison Banham
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