i bet it's all nostalgia

i bet it's all nostalgia

Freezing in Westwood We don’t give a **** Never a night Just for the two of us Wished for more time And for good or bad luck My car got locked in the parking garage We took an Uber Straight to your home We lay together But never too close You know I want you I need you the most But we both know we gotta put it on hold Love is an easy thing to worry about Romanticizing every moment aloud My heart will cave in with my head in the clouds We don’t got no time for that Down the road if everything is alright Let me know and I will follow your light I’m taking care of other hearts in my life We don’t got no time for that On the way to see my mama Every new year I’m reminded of the love that we drowned Memories in the back of an iCloud account We rang this up a loss I think that I’m finding out That though we don’t talk no more I’m hoping you’re better now I know it didn’t end the way we saw it going down And we’re wanting different things But if you’re turning back around Then I’m turning back around Cause I still see you like that Through those rose-colored lenses Red wine in a backpack String lights and white picket fences Blue skies, bright brown eyes Wish I could let it die I still see you like that On the way to see my mama

i bet it's all nostalgia

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Freezing in Westwood We don’t give a **** Never a night Just for the two of us Wished for more time And for good or bad luck My car got locked in the parking garage We took an Uber Straight to your home We lay together But never too close You know I want you I need you the most But we both know we gotta put it on hold Love is an easy thing to worry about Romanticizing every moment aloud My heart will cave in with my head in the clouds We don’t got no time for that Down the road if everything is alright Let me know and I will follow your light I’m taking care of other hearts in my life We don’t got no time for that On the way to see my mama Every new year I’m reminded of the love that we drowned Memories in the back of an iCloud account We rang this up a loss I think that I’m finding out That though we don’t talk no more I’m hoping you’re better now I know it didn’t end the way we saw it going down And we’re wanting different things But if you’re turning back around Then I’m turning back around Cause I still see you like that Through those rose-colored lenses Red wine in a backpack String lights and white picket fences Blue skies, bright brown eyes Wish I could let it die I still see you like that On the way to see my mama

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