Walking the Dogs

I wrote it all down, don't know what came over me
But I think I know now which memories I need to keep
And I cried on a plane next to a woman I don't know
And I looked insane, but I couldn't hold it in
So I wrote it all down, everything

Candles on the beach when we all went to Mexico
Fucking on the jet on the way there and way home
I hate the fact you're rich and worried 'bout fame
I wish you wouldn't fall back into your stage name
I know, that's just not the way it goes

Adelaide in April, when we danced 'til evеryone was gone
It felt likе for the first time, we were better at it than anyone
And I hate the fact that I'll never replace it
Every time I dance, I still see your face
But it's long gone, 'cause I'm not the one you want

Sitting in a treehouse, drinking coffee, walking the dogs
Simple in the nighttime feels so full calling you love
Pressing my forehead to yours, call it magic
We sound so insane, but how lucky are we to have it?
Oh, God, how could you ever give it up?

Seven hours 'til I get home and I start from scratch again
But I don't wanna do that, you made me the happiest



Credits
Writer(s): Sophie Cates, Wyatt Wells Donnelley-power, Samuel Amadeo Molinaro
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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