You

My t-shirt smells like you
The one I got in New York
My t-shirt smells like you
That's because of you

Sometimes when I'm with you
I feel twenty-one again
A fix of ignorant aspiration
Holding, holding, hold me
I never want to grow up
I want to sit on the dole until I can't take it anymore
I want to daydream I made it big
I want to make you proud
Screaming, crying
Dreaming of you next to me
On a sun-drenched morning in your bed
In the house on the hill
Stare deep into your eyes
Accept we don't have a clue
The only thing I know for now
If I do have to grow up
I want it to be with you

Be with you

I want it to be with you

I need it to be with you

I don't know what I'd do

If I couldn't have you

If I couldn't have you

I want it to be with you



Credits
Writer(s): Jasper Johannes Van Daatselaar
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