Bethany

Take me back to the fifth grade
The year before I lost my faith
Ponytails and French braids
Never upon you my eyes laid

Flashing forward to modern day
Now all I see is your face
Blessed upon me was your grace
Now in shambles at your place

So paint your nails black
And mispronounce my name
I would lean in just to kiss you
but it'd be a crying shame
If you would tell me no
That you don't feel the same
But I'm bad at reading rooms and disconnection is to blame

So there I think I've said it
And I'll say it once again
Oh Bethany I'd say your real name
If you would then
Say that you'd take me back
And you would not condemn
Aw screw it who would even think that
You could see it way back when
Aaaah ooooooooh



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Writer(s): Connor Tuttle
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