Yellowstone (ft. Mike Kota)

When I allow myself the guilty pleasure of
Seeing what I can conjure up
What nightmare I can create
Love the way it hurts so good
Thinking of our neighborhood
All that I'd have to replace

My feet like cement at the piano
And you at Yellowstone
You'd become a park ranger
A few years just to cope
Knock on wood when it's spoken
Filling me with hope
That we won't go down that road

Ask in earnest 'would I leave'
See my lovers in your dreams
Self-fulfilling prophecy
You're the only one I want
Twisted up in every thought
Oh to love with such high stakes

My feet like cement at the piano
And you at Yellowstone
You'd become a park ranger
A few years just to cope
Knock on wood when it's spoken
Filling me with hope
That we won't go down that road

On your couch in December
Crying at that show
Didn't have to explain it
One look and we just know
Knock on wood when it's spoken
Filling me with hope
That you know where this will go
(Go)

All our fears left in that evening
I assured you I'm not leaving
If there were cracks in our believing
We might slip but we'd still know
If it's good, you don't let go
If it's good, you don't let go
Oh If it's good, you don't let go
I hold, I hold, you hold
I know, I know you know
I know, I know you know



Credits
Writer(s): Sabrina Song
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