Weekends look up from the ground, is this my sophomore sound.
Come keep breathing tell me oh just what you want to do with
all these empty bottles of NyQuil and all your problems. Cause
your clean nose got some bad blow but you're OK. Strawberry lips
do pre tell sign the card "sweetie get well" and come keep breathing
tell me oh just how I want it.
It's just I feel, It's just I feel OK. It's how I do, It's how
I do when you're away, but don't tell cause I'm a hard sell so don't
tell, I'm OK. La di da da da da da da da
I'm catching lightening on my sheets dialing your digits, you saw
me on my vaca how could I forget? It's OK I.D. me I'm j/k ya catch
me on my cell. (...what a filth...) As those hips tend to fell,
sign the car " meet me in the hotel" and come keep breathing tell
me oh just how you want it.
And if you need the weekend take it I could get away, if you think
that we could make it if our view would sway, all the subtext in
the lobby says to pick and choose who settles down.
So come keep breathing tell me oh, just how you want it...
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