Sweetheart's Window I
Only had a bit of time spent in sweetheart's window
Closed cuz we've been cold
Still you feel like summer through my childhood window
You're the one, but there's weight in the medal
Could tell from my journal entry themes central
Meant to be or mental
When I'm crushing on my ex's ex bestie?
Had that ex, but she no longer represents me now
I watched the bridges burn down, always wanted the scenic route
So I drive the day dream
Thinking of all the locks clicked on the chain link
We could throw our keys across the harbor
I like it better in the water
Fuck my ex ex, baby
Too involved with her ex, baby
Why'd she say yes when she really meant maybe?
Trapped within my window pain
Feeling out of mind on my inner state
Only had a bit of time spent in sweetheart's window
Closed cuz we've been cold
Still you feel like autumn through this city limit window
Cause you're the one I like to be with when I want to
Forget that I'm damned if I didn't rap
So I'm spitting like a bad bong rip
On my sad song shit
This kid must've greened out every time that he smoked one
With love letters that I air mail
Fuck a farewell
If I'm a kid again, then you're a fairytale
Haters think they're fly shredding paper planes
My windshield feels rose tinted
When we're in my car and singing
Was smoking on the way
My sky is grainy; pink and blue, but changing
Said those words to see how well they'd age me
Sweetheart's window
Sweetheart's window
Sweetheart's window
Sweetheart's window
Sweetheart's window
Sweetheart's window
Sweetheart's window
Rip the bowl when I'm tathered
We all need a fix
Like wine on her lips, I can taste the tanin
Hope that summer flight to Dallas might be enough to melt the ice
I used to have F.O.M.O.
Stuck like a mantra
Plan A was to sleep
But I couldn't catch zzz's, I'm still waking up my trauma
Forget that I'm damned if I didn't rap
So I'm spitting like a bad bong rip
On my sad song shit
This kid must've greened out every time that he
Smoked one, smoked one
Smoked one, hey
With love letters that I air mail
Fuck a farewell
If I'm a kid again, then you're a fairytale
Haters think they're fly shredding paper planes
Fuck that
Closed cuz we've been cold
Still you feel like summer through my childhood window
You're the one, but there's weight in the medal
Could tell from my journal entry themes central
Meant to be or mental
When I'm crushing on my ex's ex bestie?
Had that ex, but she no longer represents me now
I watched the bridges burn down, always wanted the scenic route
So I drive the day dream
Thinking of all the locks clicked on the chain link
We could throw our keys across the harbor
I like it better in the water
Fuck my ex ex, baby
Too involved with her ex, baby
Why'd she say yes when she really meant maybe?
Trapped within my window pain
Feeling out of mind on my inner state
Only had a bit of time spent in sweetheart's window
Closed cuz we've been cold
Still you feel like autumn through this city limit window
Cause you're the one I like to be with when I want to
Forget that I'm damned if I didn't rap
So I'm spitting like a bad bong rip
On my sad song shit
This kid must've greened out every time that he smoked one
With love letters that I air mail
Fuck a farewell
If I'm a kid again, then you're a fairytale
Haters think they're fly shredding paper planes
My windshield feels rose tinted
When we're in my car and singing
Was smoking on the way
My sky is grainy; pink and blue, but changing
Said those words to see how well they'd age me
Sweetheart's window
Sweetheart's window
Sweetheart's window
Sweetheart's window
Sweetheart's window
Sweetheart's window
Sweetheart's window
Rip the bowl when I'm tathered
We all need a fix
Like wine on her lips, I can taste the tanin
Hope that summer flight to Dallas might be enough to melt the ice
I used to have F.O.M.O.
Stuck like a mantra
Plan A was to sleep
But I couldn't catch zzz's, I'm still waking up my trauma
Forget that I'm damned if I didn't rap
So I'm spitting like a bad bong rip
On my sad song shit
This kid must've greened out every time that he
Smoked one, smoked one
Smoked one, hey
With love letters that I air mail
Fuck a farewell
If I'm a kid again, then you're a fairytale
Haters think they're fly shredding paper planes
Fuck that
Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Peluso
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