Dress Shirt
Last night I pictured
That I was ironing your dress shirt
And you said I make the pain
Feel like it's turning into pleasure
But I've never been more serious
About tryna keep it all unserious
About laughing when I scrape my knees
About not handing you the keys
To the parts of myself that I don't understand
That I don't wanna bend
About letting you shake my hand
Last time I loved this
Was when I didn't know what love meant
But you say I'm lovely
And my heart is ever softening
But I've never been more serious
About tryna keep it all unserious
About laughing when I scrape my knees
About not handing you the keys
To the parts of myself I that don't understand
That I don't wanna bend
About letting you shake my hand
Oh
Cause I've never been more serious
But I'm trying to make it a good experience
I don't wanna waste any more time feeling it
Been trying to fight it, I've been concealing it
Having you is worse, you know how to hit where it hurts, bang
If I fall to my knees I-I know who to thank
Got way too many things to fix
And I don't wanna waste any more time feeling this
(Oh, oh, oh)
I don't wanna waste any more time feeling this
(Worse you know how to hit where it hurts)
You know how to hit where it hurts baby
Yeah, oh
Last night I pictured
That I was ironing your dress shirt
And now my chest hurts
That I was ironing your dress shirt
And you said I make the pain
Feel like it's turning into pleasure
But I've never been more serious
About tryna keep it all unserious
About laughing when I scrape my knees
About not handing you the keys
To the parts of myself that I don't understand
That I don't wanna bend
About letting you shake my hand
Last time I loved this
Was when I didn't know what love meant
But you say I'm lovely
And my heart is ever softening
But I've never been more serious
About tryna keep it all unserious
About laughing when I scrape my knees
About not handing you the keys
To the parts of myself I that don't understand
That I don't wanna bend
About letting you shake my hand
Oh
Cause I've never been more serious
But I'm trying to make it a good experience
I don't wanna waste any more time feeling it
Been trying to fight it, I've been concealing it
Having you is worse, you know how to hit where it hurts, bang
If I fall to my knees I-I know who to thank
Got way too many things to fix
And I don't wanna waste any more time feeling this
(Oh, oh, oh)
I don't wanna waste any more time feeling this
(Worse you know how to hit where it hurts)
You know how to hit where it hurts baby
Yeah, oh
Last night I pictured
That I was ironing your dress shirt
And now my chest hurts
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Molella, Sophia Fracassi
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