Trader Joe's
It started by the eggs
Something stupid you said
And my heart dropped right onto the tile
Convinced my therapist
I'd never love again
Now she's writing your name in her files
All I wanna do
Is be this bored with you
I think I'm screwed here but I'll tell my mom we're still just friends
If we're having this much fun in a Trader Joe's I'm dead
Cuz my favorite Friday nights
Are ones that you and I
Just spend making out next to the bread
I think I'm screwed here
Falling in love in aisle ten
I like the way you hold
My hand under my shirt
So you fall asleep to my heartbeat
And did you know you're so sweet
It hurts my tongue to kiss you
Like those seventeen dollar cherries
All I wanna do
Is be this bored with you
I think I'm screwed here but I'll tell my mom we're still just friends
I if we're having this much fun in a Trader Joe's I'm dead
Cuz my favorite Friday nights
Are ones that you and I
Just spend making out next to the bread
I think I'm screwed here
Falling in love in aisle ten
And after the doors close
And all of the produce goes to sleep
I watch us drive home
Resting your right hand on my
Neither one of us
Will say those three words but
I think I'm screwed here but I'll tell my mom we're still just friends
I if we're having this much fun in a Trader Joe's I'm dead
Cuz my favorite Friday nights
Are ones that you and I
Just spend making out next to the bread
I think I'm screwed here
Falling in love in aisle ten
Something stupid you said
And my heart dropped right onto the tile
Convinced my therapist
I'd never love again
Now she's writing your name in her files
All I wanna do
Is be this bored with you
I think I'm screwed here but I'll tell my mom we're still just friends
If we're having this much fun in a Trader Joe's I'm dead
Cuz my favorite Friday nights
Are ones that you and I
Just spend making out next to the bread
I think I'm screwed here
Falling in love in aisle ten
I like the way you hold
My hand under my shirt
So you fall asleep to my heartbeat
And did you know you're so sweet
It hurts my tongue to kiss you
Like those seventeen dollar cherries
All I wanna do
Is be this bored with you
I think I'm screwed here but I'll tell my mom we're still just friends
I if we're having this much fun in a Trader Joe's I'm dead
Cuz my favorite Friday nights
Are ones that you and I
Just spend making out next to the bread
I think I'm screwed here
Falling in love in aisle ten
And after the doors close
And all of the produce goes to sleep
I watch us drive home
Resting your right hand on my
Neither one of us
Will say those three words but
I think I'm screwed here but I'll tell my mom we're still just friends
I if we're having this much fun in a Trader Joe's I'm dead
Cuz my favorite Friday nights
Are ones that you and I
Just spend making out next to the bread
I think I'm screwed here
Falling in love in aisle ten
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Writer(s): Annika Wells, Thomas Michel, Dan Gleyzer
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