On the Line
It's a good thing that I bought this handkerchief while I was there
Unlike you guys we have hand-driers
But they're not good for drying tears
And now I'm sitting on a plane with a million things I'd say
If I just had wi-fi access for like five more minutes
Oh, I'd let you know
Now I'm back home
And I'm sitting on the floor in my underwear
Watching some woman reviewing cheese on YouTube
I should unpack my bags and
I should work on some songs
But, right now the only thing I'm working on is getting fat and drunk
I'm 'trynna get to you
I'm 'trynna get to you, 'trynna, oh
You should enjoy your youth while it lasts
You shouldn't try to grow up so fast
But I'm sick of this heart that beats
When anybody looks me straight in the eyes
I don't see you as a person
You're an object of affection
And I'm so out of touch
Oh
All young hearts beat to the sound of love
They're all different speeds
It's a big clusterfuck
Seeking validation from people who could never know
And never understand the things that make us who we are
But I swear to you I'll
Stay on the line for you
Keeping my mind on you
Stay on the line for you
Yeah I'll stay on the line, yeah I will
Stay on the line for you
Keeping my mind on you
Rice cooker in the kitchen
Keeping your rice warm, whenever you come home, baby
And if you ever need any space
Or if you ever want me to leave
I'll do that, baby, you don't even have to say it twice
But if you ever just wanna call me up and say
Let's watch a movie at my house
I'll be right there, five seconds flat
No questions asked
Just let me know
Let me know
Let me know, just let me know
Let me know
Let me know
Let me know, just let me know
Let me know
Let me know
Let me know, just let me know
Let me know
Let me know
'Cause I'll
Stay on the line for you
Keeping my mind on you
Stay on the line for you
You should enjoy your youth while it lasts
You shouldn't try to grow up so fast
It's a fever dream, we're not waking up
There's no waking up when we're passing out
These are silly dreams, we're all so asleep
Trying to ignore this reality
Maybe I don't like the real world
And really what's so bad about that
Yeah, maybe I don't like the real world
The real world
Unlike you guys we have hand-driers
But they're not good for drying tears
And now I'm sitting on a plane with a million things I'd say
If I just had wi-fi access for like five more minutes
Oh, I'd let you know
Now I'm back home
And I'm sitting on the floor in my underwear
Watching some woman reviewing cheese on YouTube
I should unpack my bags and
I should work on some songs
But, right now the only thing I'm working on is getting fat and drunk
I'm 'trynna get to you
I'm 'trynna get to you, 'trynna, oh
You should enjoy your youth while it lasts
You shouldn't try to grow up so fast
But I'm sick of this heart that beats
When anybody looks me straight in the eyes
I don't see you as a person
You're an object of affection
And I'm so out of touch
Oh
All young hearts beat to the sound of love
They're all different speeds
It's a big clusterfuck
Seeking validation from people who could never know
And never understand the things that make us who we are
But I swear to you I'll
Stay on the line for you
Keeping my mind on you
Stay on the line for you
Yeah I'll stay on the line, yeah I will
Stay on the line for you
Keeping my mind on you
Rice cooker in the kitchen
Keeping your rice warm, whenever you come home, baby
And if you ever need any space
Or if you ever want me to leave
I'll do that, baby, you don't even have to say it twice
But if you ever just wanna call me up and say
Let's watch a movie at my house
I'll be right there, five seconds flat
No questions asked
Just let me know
Let me know
Let me know, just let me know
Let me know
Let me know
Let me know, just let me know
Let me know
Let me know
Let me know, just let me know
Let me know
Let me know
'Cause I'll
Stay on the line for you
Keeping my mind on you
Stay on the line for you
You should enjoy your youth while it lasts
You shouldn't try to grow up so fast
It's a fever dream, we're not waking up
There's no waking up when we're passing out
These are silly dreams, we're all so asleep
Trying to ignore this reality
Maybe I don't like the real world
And really what's so bad about that
Yeah, maybe I don't like the real world
The real world
Credits
Writer(s): Lili Aslo
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