I think she got what she wanted Waited a week before she even responded We had a couple friends in common when I met her Wasn't worried, but I shoulda been I think she knew what she was doing Getting into my car Outside amoeba music or the standard bar Independent when I met her Now she's my only medicine
When it gets quiet I can hear her mind race She's staring at the ceiling Like she's seeing outer space She could be the Mona Lisa If the Mona Lisa had a prettier face This could be heaven If heaven was an actual place
(For the record) This is not what I wanted I wanted my heart to remain in my pocket She took it out and wrote her name right on it And now I'm only borrowing
How come every time I leave I can't breathe as deep I'm always staying on the call while she falls asleep Might call it codependency Look at me, freezing while she's showering
When it gets quiet I can hear her mind race She's staring at the ceiling Like she's seeing outer space She could be the Mona Lisa If the Mona Lisa had a prettier face This could be heaven If heaven was an actual place
When it gets quiet I can hear her mind race She's staring at the ceiling Like she's seeing outer space She could be the Mona Lisa If the Mona Lisa had a prettier face This could be heaven If heaven was an actual place
Compositor: Finneas Baird Oconnell (PRS)Editor: Last Frontier (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #35465916 em 22/Abr/2024