Scrunchies
Is a year enough
To get over us
Ignorance is bliss
Be the last to know
Meet in algebra
It's not adding up
Problems multiply
Better off divide
Cleaning underneath my bed
Found your scrunchies in a suitcase
Purple, red, and yellow
Stained glass memories
Could have a had a better plan
Sleep aside your brand new man
I'm just left with all your scrunchies
Tying up my heart
Fly from LAX
Catching up on sex
Holiday Downtown
Parents weren't around
Praying in this church
Begging you to stay
God had other plans
Cut you from the cast
Cleaning underneath my bed
Found your scrunchies in a suitcase
Purple, red, and yellow
Stained glass memories
Could have a had a better plan
Sleep aside your brand new man
I'm just left with all your scrunchies
Tying up my heart
Cleaning underneath my bed
Found your scrunchies in a suitcase
Purple, red, and yellow
Stained glass memories
Could have a had a better plan
Sleep aside your brand new man
I'm just left with all your scrunchies
Tying up my heart
Getting on a flight
Out of SFO
When the wheels go up
Did you wave goodbye
Slipped inside my case
Was your calling card
Turn the glass to shards
Cutting through my wrist
To get over us
Ignorance is bliss
Be the last to know
Meet in algebra
It's not adding up
Problems multiply
Better off divide
Cleaning underneath my bed
Found your scrunchies in a suitcase
Purple, red, and yellow
Stained glass memories
Could have a had a better plan
Sleep aside your brand new man
I'm just left with all your scrunchies
Tying up my heart
Fly from LAX
Catching up on sex
Holiday Downtown
Parents weren't around
Praying in this church
Begging you to stay
God had other plans
Cut you from the cast
Cleaning underneath my bed
Found your scrunchies in a suitcase
Purple, red, and yellow
Stained glass memories
Could have a had a better plan
Sleep aside your brand new man
I'm just left with all your scrunchies
Tying up my heart
Cleaning underneath my bed
Found your scrunchies in a suitcase
Purple, red, and yellow
Stained glass memories
Could have a had a better plan
Sleep aside your brand new man
I'm just left with all your scrunchies
Tying up my heart
Getting on a flight
Out of SFO
When the wheels go up
Did you wave goodbye
Slipped inside my case
Was your calling card
Turn the glass to shards
Cutting through my wrist
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Villa
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