| I like being with you
|
| When we hung out in my bedroom
|
| and order in too much food
|
| I like sleeping with you
|
| When we’re hiding under covers
|
| making the most of our youth
|
| But I hate I’ll
|
| Never really know if you’re
|
| telling the truth
|
| Because we watch and sing and talk
|
| and (do say you hulu???)
|
| (Take shots of???) anxiety over my viens
|
| You let me question in everything
|
| And feel that I’m to blame
|
| Ohhh
|
| I like driving with you
|
| When we sing in silly voices
|
| switchen lanes and cutting loose
|
| I like laughing with you
|
| When you show up at my front door
|
| Like we’ve got nothing to lose
|
| But I hate I’ll
|
| Never really know if you’re
|
| telling the truth
|
| Because we watch and sing and talk
|
| and (do say you hulu???)
|
| (Take shots of???) anxiety over my viens
|
| You let me question in everything
|
| And feel that I’m to blame
|
| Well I like being with you
|
| Well I like being with you
|
| But I hate I’ll
|
| Never really know if you’re
|
| telling the truth
|
| Because we watch and sing and talk
|
| and (do say you hulu???)
|
| (Take shots of???) anxiety over my viens
|
| You let me question in everything
|
| OhhhOh
|
| Never really know if you’re
|
| telling the truth
|
| Because we watch and sing and talk
|
| and (do say you hulu???)
|
| (Take shots of???) anxiety over my viens
|
| You let me question in everything
|
| And feel that I’m to blame |