Heaven

Your apartment's where I sit around
While we finish up the finals
While we're listening to vinyl
Spark me up into the sound
Yeah, I gotta have this feelin' before I ever start leavin'

Ridin' in the car while you show me some new things
I'm feelin' some new shoegaze
Ya my life is in a rut
And I'm feelin' so stuck
But my mind's stuck in a haze

Heaven, I'm on my way
But I'm stumblin' on the day
Heaven, I'm on my way
But I'm stumblin' on the day

Ohh, Ohh, Ohh

Broken glasses from a bathroom frame
And I swear I'm not the one to blame
But when it's difficult to find a wrong
I'm the one behind a loaded gun

And I feel the time is comin' I'll show you that it's fine
I'll find a way to make it right
And I feel my time is comin
And something's never lie, I'll find a way to make it mine

Heaven, I'm on my way
But I'm stumblin' on the day
Heaven, I'm on my way
But I'm stumblin' on the day

Ohh, Ohh, Ohh

And I bawl it up, Till it's Saturday
And I ball it up, Till its all away
And I bawl it up, Till its Saturday
And I ball it up, Till its all away
And I bawl it up, Till it's Saturday
And I ball it up, Till its all away
And I bawl it up, Till its Saturday
And I ball it up, Till its all away



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Moreno
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