Call of the Wild

Swipe right, could you be the one
Never, are you done with this city
We left it to the jerks
Desperate, she has it figured out
Conceited
You don't have to yell
I smell that you're lonely

Death to them all, I love you I love you
Seconds running out, I saw that I undid my chances
Not in it, I tired to match
This pointing game

Strike two, a flame and it's burning
Tender
They haven't let you down, the picture's too perfect
And so I, conducted all the same those cheap scores
And missing romance
My pockets are empty

Death to them all, I love you I love you
Seconds running out, I saw that I undid my chances
Not in it, I tired to match
This pointing game

Bring out your flaws I hear you cry
We're perfectly not here by why
Walk to me, talk to me right
Tomorrow yes I'll see
You end

Death to them all, I love you I love you
Death to them all, I love you I need you
Death to them all, Death to them all

Death to them all, I love you I love you
Seconds running out, I saw that I undid my chances
Not in it, I tired to match
This pointing game



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Orman
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