Hey, you know that I
am ashamed of who you are
Taking photos in the car
Well, I can’t remember
We were too high
Late, way past midnight
Drinking lemonade and red wine
without cherries, right?
We were sinking into each other
Exchanging all our favorites from the way back
You picked up all the flowers
And handed it to me
Saying “You’re my lover
Desperate to meet”
But I’ve known, your fingers crushed over me
Ripped up paper hearts
instead you took off my sweatshirt thousand tries
Over your phone I see your “hi”s
Realized you played a trick on me
Of course, we were happy
Talking down the street it was our hobby
Every nonsense, reckless problem
Made our biggest dreams
Like we were sixteen
But I guess it was your hobby
Walking down the street
with anyone you choose to
Talk about your dreams
Then I knew
Your game has started once again
Ripped up paper hearts
instead you took off my sweatshirt thousand tries
Over your phone I see your “hi”s
Realized
I’m never gonna, never gonna let you go
And play on me
So take your, take your loving things
And spoil all your rules
Ripped up paper hearts
instead you took off my sweatshirt thousand tries
Over your phone I see your “hi”s
Realized
Ripped up paper hearts
instead you took off my sweatshirt thousand tries
Over your phone I see your “hi”s
Realized
Wet cheek, tragic thoughts
Just want to burn all our photos, favorite ones
Instead I take all my time
Then Said bye
To all the tricks you’ve made