Notes

It's not hard to find your type
When you're out and about on a Saturday night
With your friends trying to concentrate
Knocking drinks back til you can't see straight
24th June is when I met you
Up until now I have been confused
It's messing with my head
Yeah you're messing with my head

Writing notes in my phone
That I'd say to you if we were alone
In a different circumstance I'd see
A chance for you to romance with me
If you attended one of my shows
Maybe we'd go home with no clothes
Consciously
Take a chance on me

We've created some history
Which I'd put down to our chemistry
Intense feelings and complications
Every channel, every station
What's the point in running and fleeing
It's supposed to me that you're seeing
Confusion
Can be quite bizarre

Let's wrap this up I'm getting tired
What we had has still not expired
I'll allow your space
If you communicate
This could be the trajectory
That might just lead you back to me
Only time will tell
To put it in a nutshell



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Ahwal
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