I Put You In a Folder Called Dopamine

So when you call me again and wanna call me a friend
Know I'd do anything to stop pretending
That's the signal I've been sending
Scared 'cause I don't want this ending

I love when you wear my favourite T-Shirt
(And when your voice comes out of my speaker)
Never really was much of a reader
But the words you write make me more eager

To sort myself out

I'd delete all the porn on my phone
Forget every number I know
Oh god I wanna call you my home
But I don't wanna take it too slow
Just wanna call you my own

I know that I'm not just your type
I know that you've been seeing guys
That don't do nothin' for you
There's nothing I won't do for you

I love it how you're always in my bleachers
(Conversations that just get deeper)
I never would thought you'd feel this either
But the way you smile makes me more eager

To sort myself out

I'd delete all the porn on my phone
Forget every number I know
Oh god I wanna call you my home
But I don't wanna take it too slow
Just wanna call you my own

Of all the people in the world,
the chances that I meet you?
I'd guess it's close to slim to none
I guess that I could call you luck?
And if I died tomorrow I would
hate to take this with me
If I'm alive tomorrow
I'd love nothing more than you here with me

Of all the people in the world,
the chances that I meet you?
I'd guess it's close to slim to none
I guess that I could call you luck?
And if I died tomorrow I would
hate to take this with me
If I'm alive tomorrow
I'd love nothing more than you here with me

I'd delete all the porn on my phone
Forget every number I know
Oh god I wanna call you my home
But I don't wanna take it too slow
Just wanna call you my own



Credits
Writer(s): Max Gauthier
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