Trauma
When did it become common?
I thought I was incapable until I met you
Crashing
Over and over
The way you looked through me
Who could say the right thing?
I gave you what you wanted
This summer feels so haunted
The moon in our back pocket
Kiss me now
I know you're too much for me
Three stones aimed at my window
I'd leave it all behind
To be with you
Passenger front seat
Late nights and Joji
White sleeves and burned cds
A note wrote in sharpie tellin' me
'You'll love these'
Crashing
Over and over
The way looked through me
Who could say the right thing?
I gave you what you wanted
This summer feels so haunted
The moon in our back pocket
Kiss me now
I know you're too much for me
Three stones aimed at my window
I'd leave it all behind
To be with you
To be with you
I gave you what you wanted
This summer feels so haunted
The moon in our back pocket
Kiss me now
I know you're too much for me
Three stones aimed at my window
I'd leave it all behind
To be with you
To be with you