Pastel Getaway
Call me like I'm already halfway there
Told me there was something that's in the air
Summer feeling losing reason "be my only boy"
I know I don't believe you but I guess I'll be your toy
I got an obsession with never learning lessons
You're the proof
I look like a ghost dead say you don't agree
I see right through
Then I saw your eyes
They glow like fireworks on the fourth of July
Bring me to my knees I'll worship everything
I know you'd never say
Soft like my pastel getaway
Songs I wrote for other girls
We can re-write till their tune fits between our hands
Roll the windows down to see how you look in the wind
I don't know how we got here but I'm so glad that we did
I got an obsession with never learning lessons
You're the proof
I look like a ghost dead say you don't agree
I see right through
Then I saw your eyes
They glow like fireworks on the fourth of July
Bring me to my knees I'll worship everything
I know you'd never say
Soft like my pastel getaway
Then I saw your eyes
They glow like fireworks on the fourth of July
I'll worship everything
I know you'd never say
Then I saw your eyes
They glow like fireworks on the fourth of July
Bring me to my knees I'll worship everything
I know you'd never say
Soft like my pastel getaway
Then I saw your eyes
Soft like my pastel getaway
Fourth of July
Soft like my pastel getaway
I got an obsession with never learning lessons
You're the proof
And I look like a ghost dead
Say you don't agree
Soft like my pastel getaway
Told me there was something that's in the air
Summer feeling losing reason "be my only boy"
I know I don't believe you but I guess I'll be your toy
I got an obsession with never learning lessons
You're the proof
I look like a ghost dead say you don't agree
I see right through
Then I saw your eyes
They glow like fireworks on the fourth of July
Bring me to my knees I'll worship everything
I know you'd never say
Soft like my pastel getaway
Songs I wrote for other girls
We can re-write till their tune fits between our hands
Roll the windows down to see how you look in the wind
I don't know how we got here but I'm so glad that we did
I got an obsession with never learning lessons
You're the proof
I look like a ghost dead say you don't agree
I see right through
Then I saw your eyes
They glow like fireworks on the fourth of July
Bring me to my knees I'll worship everything
I know you'd never say
Soft like my pastel getaway
Then I saw your eyes
They glow like fireworks on the fourth of July
I'll worship everything
I know you'd never say
Then I saw your eyes
They glow like fireworks on the fourth of July
Bring me to my knees I'll worship everything
I know you'd never say
Soft like my pastel getaway
Then I saw your eyes
Soft like my pastel getaway
Fourth of July
Soft like my pastel getaway
I got an obsession with never learning lessons
You're the proof
And I look like a ghost dead
Say you don't agree
Soft like my pastel getaway
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Boone
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