Flies and Mints

She smells like butterflies and peppermints
Hair like the leaves blowing in the wind
She likes to run and she runs rather fast
And you're better off trying not too hard to catch
As she goes on
She goes on and on and on and on

She captures perfectly in picture frames
Hiking hella trails inside her lavish brain
Every compliment said underneath her breath
And every time I hear it, god, it leaves me breathless
Parallel, tryna play the part
Of the one who leads the way and the one who parks
And the lover of the love who's standing at the door
Unsure of if this love is like the love from before

Please don't call it love because I'll run
And I won't ever be coming back
Don't call it love even if it was

Running, running, on and on
She's-a running, yeah, she's running 'till the sun is gone
She's gone-a running, running, running, running
On and on and on

Keep her close and keep her warm
Looking out the window of your lonely dorm
Covered in a cardigan and calling it love
When really she would rather go and call it nothing
Don't call it nothing like
Don't call it nothing like

Please don't call it love because I'll run
And I won't ever be coming back
Don't call it love even if it was
Even if it was

Please don't call it love because I'll run
And I won't ever be coming back
Don't call it love even if it was
Please don't call it love because I'll run
And I won't ever be coming back
Don't call it love even if it was
Please don't call it love because I'll run
And I won't ever be coming back
Don't call it love even if it was
Even if it was