boycure

The drink you spilt all over me
          "Lover's Spit" left on repeat
          My mom and dad let me stay home
          It drives you crazy getting old
          We can talk it so good
          We can make it so divine
          We can talk it good
          How you wish it would be all the time
          The drink you spilt all over me
          "Lover's Spit" left on repeat
          My mom and dad let me stay home
          It drives you crazy getting old
          The drink you spilt all over me
          "Lover's Spit" left on repeat
          My mom and dad let me stay home
          It drives you crazy getting old
          This dream isn't feeling sweet
          We're reeling through the midnight streets
          And I've never felt more alone
          It feels so scary getting old
          We can talk it so good
          We can make it so divine
          We can talk it good
          How you wish it would be all the time
          This dream isn't feeling sweet, we're reeling through the midnight streets
          And I've never felt more alone, feels so scary getting old
          This dream isn't feeling sweet, we're reeling through the midnight streets
          And I've never felt more alone, feels so scary getting old
          I want 'em back, I want 'em back
          The minds we had, the minds we had
          How all the thoughts, how all the thoughts
          Moved 'round our heads, moved 'round our heads
          I want 'em back, I want 'em back
          The minds we had, the minds we had
          It's not enough to feel the lack
          I want 'em back, I want 'em back, I want 'em
          You're the only friend I need (you're the only friend I need)
          Sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids)
          And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (laughing 'til our ribs get tough)
          But that will never be enough (but that will never be enough)
          You're the only friend I need (you're the only friend I need)
          Sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids)
          And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (laughing 'til our ribs get tough)
          But that will never be enough (but that will never be enough)