black denim

Tanner Pratt

Is it ringing in your head
You're talking too fast girl slow down
I'm terrified
Lately I
Can't get you off my mind
Heavy breathing in your bedroom
Its a line of dominoes
I want to tell you how I feel
Run my mouth in your backseat
All those
Racing thoughts of mine run past me here

White lies in your black denim
And the pockets of this coat
Make me sentimental
I'm afraid that i'm lovesick
And she's just
A little under the weather

Those lungs of yours
Are full
But they're oh so tired
I know how
You feel
Your eyes can't seem to hide it
Take my time
To adjust my ego now
And you can bite your tongue
But girl you're still so loud

White lies in your black denim
And the pockets of this coat
Make me sentimental
I'm afraid that i'm lovesick
And shes just
Under the weather

I guess you're cool
With the flowers and records in your room
I've been burned before
She swears that she has too
I guess you're cool
You tie your shoelaces round the ankles of your converse
Like I do
And those high waisted jeans take two

White lies in your black denim
And the voices in my head
Never seem to settle
I hope that you feel a little better
Than I do
I wish I would've said it

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