I feel like keeping you up tonight
I got a craving to be next to you
If you got the appetite
Come drink me under the table like we’re twenty-two
But don’t just stand there: take me to the ocean
Got a washed up dream I pretend that I’m devoted to
If I come clean, you’re the only thing I’m focused on
My routine; just emotional oblivion
Yeah, you don’t gotta dress up tonight
‘Cause I’ll be your match, but I’ll still get to you
You tell your friends that I’m not your type
I guеss that depends on if you’ve had a fеw
But don’t just stand there: take me to the ocean
Got a washed up dream I pretend that I’m devoted to
If I come clean, you’re the only thing I’m focused on
My routine; just emotional oblivion
But don’t just stand there: take me to the ocean
Got a washed up dream I pretend that I’m devoted to
If I come clean, you’re the only thing I’m focused on
My routine; just emotional oblivi—
My routine; just emotional oblivi—
(Stand—)
(The ocean got—)
(Dream—)
(Devoted to)
(Clean—)
(I’m focused on)
My routine; just emotional oblivion
I thought it would cure me
Right now, we don’t talk
When you get to your thirties
And you can’t shake it off
It’s like you see through me
I wish I was wrong
Hold on to your trophy
It’s only a song
I thought it would cure me
I thought it would cure me
I thought it would cure me
But I guess I was wrong
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