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Date of issue: 11.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Our Time |
Cold winter |
Sittin' on the table, cold dinner |
Wine gone but the lipstick mark on the glass let him know you had more than a |
Casual acquaintance |
With whoever you had left with at 2:15 in the PM |
Plus you been ignoring all his DMs |
And the last text that you left said you’ll see him on the weekend |
«Oh, you talk about love like you mean it,» he sings to himself |
But no, that’s a man and he just got to see it, babe |
You pay no attention to the way the blinds seem to move when there isn’t a wind |
Or the silence you get when you answer blocked numbers |
You already know that it’s him |
Underwear on the floor, girl |
Lead him right to the door, girl |
And that necklace he gave you that you said you loved |
Was all tangled and tore |
And his world was too cause his world was you |
When you tryin' to fight another world war |
What the fuck did you expect a man to do? |
Swallow it all, did you swallow it too? |
He wonders and wallows and waits in the closet |
There’s something about you, you got me |
I don’t know about you without me |
It’s gotta be me and you forever, love |
It’s our time |
Come here babe, come here babe, come here babe |
It’s gotta be me and you forever, love |
Now come here babe, come here babe, come here babe |
It’s our time |
Hot summer |
At the payphone for the blocked number |
She walked there fast cause she know you would always answer |
Unless you was gettin' some ass |
Fuckin' cute little laugh at the end of your outgoing message |
As if nothing matters at all while she over here stressing to death |
Does she have bigger breasts or just give better head? |
«Oh, you talk about love like you mean it,» she sings to herself |
But no, she a woman and when something changes she see it, babe |
Tell the next one you with not to trip off the rips |
In the tires or that thing might want to block certain numbers |
Cause sooner or later you know she gon open the satellites |
She stops by the window of the Walgreens |
Her mascara a mess of a mask |
Gonna pull out a tissue but instead pulls out a phone for a text |
And the flask rattles round in the purse |
A reminder that medicine is already there for the taking |
And the snap when she twists the cap back |
She’s convinced is the sound of her heart breaking |
Every night you’ve got me dreamin' |
Don’t wanna wake up without you |
Sleep don’t come easy for me, this is your time |
Every day I wait for sundown |
Hopin' that you might come back round |
Just turn around I am waiting there for your lie |
There’s something about you, you got me |
I don’t know about you without me |
It’s gotta be me and you forever, love |
It’s our time |
Come here babe, come here babe, come here babe |
It’s gotta be me and you forever, love |
Now, come here babe, come here babe, come here babe |
It’s our time |
There’s something about you, you got me |
I don’t know about you without me |
It’s gotta be me and you forever, love |
It’s our time |
Come here babe, come here babe, come here babe |
Come here babe |
Come here babe, yeah, come here babe, come here babe |
It’s our time |