missed your twenty-first birthday, I've been up at homeAlmost

1: Gracie I took the 405I drove a hundred

still avoid medicationI'd rather take a vacationDrive around all

was bored out my mindLost my whole appetiteWhen I

feel it all, talk slow and leveledFoot off the

call me crazyThey write it backwardsThey complicate me saying all

keep going back to herDon't remember solid groundMaybe I could

Lyrics From Snippet:Hurts to bite my tongueBut I do it anywayGive

la porta a due battentiTipica sensazione come se potessi

left a couple thingsYour bed remembers me by yourselfYou're letting

swear to God, I haven't thought of you in

my punctuation, but you're the complication nowI fell for what

Lyrics From Snippet:We got a lovers languageI hear your body when

a normal thing to fall in love with movie

& Gracie dont float too highThe sun will burn

I feel like I might say the wrong thingI

took a train to Boston and I wanted to

my FrenchBut every time you turn your phone aroundI

streetWhere you held me, grabbed my armWhat a mental

1: Gracie know you knowIt felt just like a