Hang

(альбом: Touchdown - 2019)

Never thought I would miss your noir perfume
On a random Saturday afternoon
I don't care for the scent but I need you
Need you here in my space, this very room

Love is not the four-letter word that I wanna hear
A slave to my emotions, babe, I hope it ain't weird
I need the electricity from your lips on mine
Maybe you, maybe I, should hang out sometime
Maybe you, maybe I, should hang out sometime

Don't remind me of why you could not stay
I just wanna forget if that's okay
Don't remind me that I have been replaced
You were primary colors, I was gray

Love is not the four-letter word that I wanna hear
A slave to my emotions, babe, I hope it ain't weird
I need the electricity from your lips on mine
Maybe you, maybe I, should hang out sometime
Maybe you, maybe I, should hang out sometime

Love is not the four-letter word that I wanna hear
A slave to my emotions, babe, I hope it ain't weird
I need the electricity from your lips on mine
Maybe you, maybe I, should hang out sometime
Maybe you, maybe I, should hang out sometime