Vintage Love
This that type of love that's honestly so close to hate, so close to hate
I lost myself again, I'm Forrest now, I'll run away, I'll run away
I'm always waking up, I feel like I'm behind a day
But this that type of story here, the knight is gonna find a way, I swear
You call me and I'm there
Let your hair down, I'll climb the wall or stairs too
I know my bad days, they scare you
They scare me too
I still swear that I'll take care of you
This shit still fuck with my head
Got me lost in my bed
I don't know what I said
And I feel like I'll hate it tomorrow
Hate it tomorrow
My face is pale, my stomach's twisted up in knots
The price I paid is probably not worth the cost
I'm exhausted, too cautious
My corroded brain is caustic
I can't believe I went and fucking lost this
I'm chilled to the bone
I used to think that I'm just better on my own
I'm prone to self destruction like it's all I've really known
Throwing stones around this glass house
I'm slowly hitting home
Smelling roses, leave a message at the tone
This shit still fuck with my head
Got me lost in my bed
I don't know what I said
And I feel like I'll hate it tomorrow
Hate it tomorrow
I lost myself again, I'm Forrest now, I'll run away, I'll run away
I'm always waking up, I feel like I'm behind a day
But this that type of story here, the knight is gonna find a way, I swear
You call me and I'm there
Let your hair down, I'll climb the wall or stairs too
I know my bad days, they scare you
They scare me too
I still swear that I'll take care of you
This shit still fuck with my head
Got me lost in my bed
I don't know what I said
And I feel like I'll hate it tomorrow
Hate it tomorrow
My face is pale, my stomach's twisted up in knots
The price I paid is probably not worth the cost
I'm exhausted, too cautious
My corroded brain is caustic
I can't believe I went and fucking lost this
I'm chilled to the bone
I used to think that I'm just better on my own
I'm prone to self destruction like it's all I've really known
Throwing stones around this glass house
I'm slowly hitting home
Smelling roses, leave a message at the tone
This shit still fuck with my head
Got me lost in my bed
I don't know what I said
And I feel like I'll hate it tomorrow
Hate it tomorrow
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Writer(s): Jacob Stap
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