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Losing a wheel on a rammed interstate
And then finding a fix on Thanksgiving Day
And the show was a mess, we laughed the whole way
To the hotel, we dodge noise complaints
And I'm not sad anymore

But if you've got to go, go, we can blame it on timing
I will leave the light on in the hall
Don't wanna tie you down to a bird that's not flying
Or hold you anywhere but

Close, close, close
Close, close, close

The girl with the bangs has a temper to match
Her strawberry hair she got from her dad
She's not mad, and you will find, she talks with her hands
When she flips you the bird, understand she is mourning
The loss of a space in time

And if you gotta go, go, we can blame it on timing
I will leave the light on in the hall
Don't wanna tie you down to a bird that's not flying
Or hold you anywhere but

Close

Oh, and when you go home, is it me that you miss?
Can you divide the rotten fruit from her pit?
Always felt we went swingin', destined to miss
Always felt we were lightning just waiting, waiting to hit



Credits
Writer(s): Mackenzie Spencer, Charles Spencer, Alexander Spencer, Katie Munshaw
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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