16 Sundays

(álbum: V2 - 2018)

They say the good life's coming
So I keep on running
I think your friends have fun, yeah
But will I be remembered for something better
Than paying when we go out

I'm so into myself
Into myself
Starting to drown
My phone treats me like hell
Treats me like hell
Can't put it down
My flaws flood through the door
Cry on the floor of our old house
We all want to be loved
Want to be loved
No one knows how

No one knows how
Yeah

They say the good life's coming
So I don't sleep much these days
So if I just keep running
It's gonna make things okay
But it all fades away
Summer '16 Sundays
Gonna be remembered and live forever
On songs about going out

I'm so into myself
Into myself
Starting to drown
My phone treats me like hell
Treats me like hell
Can't put it down
My flaws flood through the door
Cry on the floor of our old house
We all want to be loved
Want to be loved
No one knows how

No one knows how
Yeah
I'm so into myself
No one knows how
I'm so into myself

I don't wanna fight with you
We all want security
Can I make it right with you
My regrets are hurting me
Club smoking cinnamon
I'm like a kid again
And nothing ever really ends until we [?]
Tripping up is growing up
Trying to be good enough
Gimmie the time alone
I needed help