Newstrings
I've noticed the dew smells permissive
Like romance just might be allowed
And something new's always swimming through
The first leaves in autumn that fall
With no one to hear it, I'm thinking
My street kind of resembles your curls
And if no one can stop me
I'm breathing in
The painting as it drips down my wall
'Cause I like how your head tilts
I like how the floor creaks
At 5 in the morning
I like how my new strings always need tuning
I like to forget that we're not in a movie
And while it lasts, that you'll be nice to me
I filled my pen with fresh ink today
To feel the sting of how much it weighs
When I get home and write down your name
And this is all that I wanna say, that
Summer's fun but winter's real
And when it comes I don't wanna feel
The wood rust on my guitar
These rushes leave a scar
I filled my pen with fresh ink today
To feel the sting of how much it weighs
When I get home and write down your name
And this is all that I wanna say, that
Summer's fun but winter's real
And when it comes I don't wanna feel
The wood rust on my guitar
These rushes leave a scar
'Cause I like how your head tilts
I like how the floor creaks
At 5 in the morning
I like how my new strings always need tuning
I like to forget that we're not in a movie
And while it lasts, that you'll be nice to me
That you'll be nice to me
That you'll be nice to me
Be nice to me
Be nice to me
To me
To me
Like romance just might be allowed
And something new's always swimming through
The first leaves in autumn that fall
With no one to hear it, I'm thinking
My street kind of resembles your curls
And if no one can stop me
I'm breathing in
The painting as it drips down my wall
'Cause I like how your head tilts
I like how the floor creaks
At 5 in the morning
I like how my new strings always need tuning
I like to forget that we're not in a movie
And while it lasts, that you'll be nice to me
I filled my pen with fresh ink today
To feel the sting of how much it weighs
When I get home and write down your name
And this is all that I wanna say, that
Summer's fun but winter's real
And when it comes I don't wanna feel
The wood rust on my guitar
These rushes leave a scar
I filled my pen with fresh ink today
To feel the sting of how much it weighs
When I get home and write down your name
And this is all that I wanna say, that
Summer's fun but winter's real
And when it comes I don't wanna feel
The wood rust on my guitar
These rushes leave a scar
'Cause I like how your head tilts
I like how the floor creaks
At 5 in the morning
I like how my new strings always need tuning
I like to forget that we're not in a movie
And while it lasts, that you'll be nice to me
That you'll be nice to me
That you'll be nice to me
Be nice to me
Be nice to me
To me
To me
Credits
Writer(s): Izaskun Díaz
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