Roadtrip

Wont you turn the music up for me?
In the middle of no where, brush my hand against your cheek
And I'm lovestruck in your passenger seat
Drive me up to your place 'til there's no one else but you and me
The sky is such a pretty shade of pink (pretty shade of pink)
I'll tell you bout my secrets and you'll tell me what you think
There on your backseat reclined, you can tell me 'bout your life
And then we'll dream about the things that we could be
So when will you come pick me up from my place again?
Cause I'm waiting for when we can begin
And I'm praying that this road trip's not a game of pretend
Oh I'm hoping that this won't ever end
Why don't you play music anymore?
This is going no where, its nothing like before
Now I'm wondering in your passenger seat,
Will you still drive me to your place?
Is there still such thing as you and me?
So when will you come pick me up from my place again?
Cause I'm worried we wont ever begin
And I feel like we're both heading towards separate ends
Wont you let me know if that's the case by then?
I see it up ahead, it's coming closer
A freeway that's so distant from me
Beside it is a highway that feels like home
And we don't know where we're both meant to be
So when will you come pick me up from my place again?
It's a question that you can't comprehend
Now I'm travelling alone and it's a lot to take in
Guess I'll have to learn to be alone 'til then
Sad to say, our road trip's come to an end



Credits
Writer(s): Belle Mariano, Francesca Johnnae Chua Mahusay, Rox Santos
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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