We spent a lot of time rolling into ourselves.
You looked so good, I needed to have you.
I want this to be the song you listen to when you walk home drunk and you're drunk.
I miss every late night drive back to your place, but I'm buying flavor on my lips lost its taste.
Then you cry so loud that your head explodes then you need some comfort.
I'll speak to you in a few months when you decide to hit me up.
Until then I'll be patiently waiting.
I'm too much to handle, I'm too much to take in.
I'm impossible.
Then you cry so loud that your head explodes then you need some comfort.
I'll speak to you in a few months when you decide to hit me up.
Until then I'll be patiently waiting.
I'm too much to handle, I'm too much to take in.
I'm impossible.

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