Caught Up On You
Can I embrace what I still can't make sense of?
Home's the first place
You tried running away from
It's hard to explain
And I kind of don't want to
All that to say
I can't wait to get caught up on you
I say I like the way that you get lost in a moment
You say it's the only way that you can ever really hold it
And I laugh like I always do at hippie shit
You say you'd rather have the fun
Than be the one making fun of it
I say it's sexy how you speak three languages
You tell me, "Don't say that
You sound so fucking American"
And I kissed you before I let myself ruin it
But if I'd thought it through
I still would have gone through with it
We both like extended metaphors
Connected loosely
We both like fancy champagne
Mixed with White Claw or Truly
It taste better 'cause they shouldn't go together
You taste better 'cause we shouldn't go together
Can I embrace what I still can't make sense of?
Home's the first place
You tried running away from
It's hard to explain
And I kind of don't want to
All that to say
I can't wait to get caught up on you
You're high and you're talking about communism
I'm high and I want to go down on a communist
I think that my kink is intellectualism
Foreplay with songs set to six-eight time rhythms
You make me want to lie about my reading habits
Care less about my social status
Teach myself to comfortably hold onto something
Knowing I could never have it
You make me want to study up on psychedelia
Spend less time on my social media
Teach myself to comfortably hold onto something
Knowing I could never keep you
Can I embrace what I still can't make sense of?
Home's the first place
You tried running away from
It's hard to explain
And I kind of don't want to
All that to say
I can't wait to get caught up on you
Caught up on you
Caught up on you
All that to say
I can't wait to get caught up on you
Caught up on you
Caught up on you
All that to say
I can't wait to get caught up on you
Caught up on you
Caught up on you
All that to say
I can't wait to get caught up on you
Can I embrace what I still can't make sense of?
Home's the first place
You tried running away from
It's hard to explain
And I kind of don't want to
All that to say
I can't wait to get caught up on you
Home's the first place
You tried running away from
It's hard to explain
And I kind of don't want to
All that to say
I can't wait to get caught up on you
I say I like the way that you get lost in a moment
You say it's the only way that you can ever really hold it
And I laugh like I always do at hippie shit
You say you'd rather have the fun
Than be the one making fun of it
I say it's sexy how you speak three languages
You tell me, "Don't say that
You sound so fucking American"
And I kissed you before I let myself ruin it
But if I'd thought it through
I still would have gone through with it
We both like extended metaphors
Connected loosely
We both like fancy champagne
Mixed with White Claw or Truly
It taste better 'cause they shouldn't go together
You taste better 'cause we shouldn't go together
Can I embrace what I still can't make sense of?
Home's the first place
You tried running away from
It's hard to explain
And I kind of don't want to
All that to say
I can't wait to get caught up on you
You're high and you're talking about communism
I'm high and I want to go down on a communist
I think that my kink is intellectualism
Foreplay with songs set to six-eight time rhythms
You make me want to lie about my reading habits
Care less about my social status
Teach myself to comfortably hold onto something
Knowing I could never have it
You make me want to study up on psychedelia
Spend less time on my social media
Teach myself to comfortably hold onto something
Knowing I could never keep you
Can I embrace what I still can't make sense of?
Home's the first place
You tried running away from
It's hard to explain
And I kind of don't want to
All that to say
I can't wait to get caught up on you
Caught up on you
Caught up on you
All that to say
I can't wait to get caught up on you
Caught up on you
Caught up on you
All that to say
I can't wait to get caught up on you
Caught up on you
Caught up on you
All that to say
I can't wait to get caught up on you
Can I embrace what I still can't make sense of?
Home's the first place
You tried running away from
It's hard to explain
And I kind of don't want to
All that to say
I can't wait to get caught up on you
Credits
Writer(s): James Ryan Wuihun Ho, William Felder Wells, Taylor John Whitelaw, Ryan Marrone, Adam Hanson, Jonathan Percy Starker
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