Montag, 17. Mai 2021
Lines I feel
honigbienchen, 18:48h
I struck a match and blew your mind
But I didn't mean it
Scrolling through your memories
Nothing good starts in a getaway car
I know I let you down
And I think you're really funny
Say, you got a nice place
And you make a lot of money but
I don't wanna take you home
You were drivin' the getaway car
You're cool but I don't want you like that
Between you and me there was always something missing
Should've known I'd be the first to leave
Think about the place where you first met me
I don't feel a thing inside
I just wanna be your friend
Eyes bright, uptight, just girls
The light of freedom on my face
But she can't be what you need if she's 17
'Bout to get attention from the grown up
I know you're looking for salvation in the secular age
But, girl, I'm not your saviour
Guys my age don't know how to treat me
A pair of frozen hands to hold
Oh, she's so southern so she feels the cold
I've got some tricks up my sleeve
And I wanna lay under the stars and hear the ocean while I'm talking bullshit
Eyes full of stars
Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear
I need that bad one to do me right on a Friday
And I need that good one to wake me up on a Sunday
Now I'm waiting by the phone like I'm sitting in an airport bar
I told you I was mean
But I didn't mean it
Scrolling through your memories
Nothing good starts in a getaway car
I know I let you down
And I think you're really funny
Say, you got a nice place
And you make a lot of money but
I don't wanna take you home
You were drivin' the getaway car
You're cool but I don't want you like that
Between you and me there was always something missing
Should've known I'd be the first to leave
Think about the place where you first met me
I don't feel a thing inside
I just wanna be your friend
Eyes bright, uptight, just girls
The light of freedom on my face
But she can't be what you need if she's 17
'Bout to get attention from the grown up
I know you're looking for salvation in the secular age
But, girl, I'm not your saviour
Guys my age don't know how to treat me
A pair of frozen hands to hold
Oh, she's so southern so she feels the cold
I've got some tricks up my sleeve
And I wanna lay under the stars and hear the ocean while I'm talking bullshit
Eyes full of stars
Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear
I need that bad one to do me right on a Friday
And I need that good one to wake me up on a Sunday
Now I'm waiting by the phone like I'm sitting in an airport bar
I told you I was mean
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