Lyrics
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Verse 1
Woah
My
Friends all spooked out, we're all so high
Don't fuck around with full moons
Burn under dark clouds
So tonight we're declining any tele calls
Known since school but now's the time
Starry night, a tapestry
Squeeze my hand up on the balcony
We're getting closer for the body heat
Our hearts bleed, wisdom n' tie your braids
You say addiction's a bitch and I'm so fucking afraid
Chorus
It's ten to twelve, your mother's flat, eyes welling up
It's half the pain, it's half the love, we're passing out
Not making sense, at your expense, I'm freaking out
I'm tеrrified, you're my best friеnd, we're making out
You're my best friend, we're making out
Let's lock the doors, not leave the house
If I'm your boy, are you my girl?
Either way my skin turns pale
My best friend, we're making out
So eat the words right from my mouth
Verse 2
I'm screaming lightning, fucking frightening
I don't know which way is up
Your walls colliding, chest is tightening
Powered keys, this shit is tough
You never judged so much, just showed me love
Can I always hold you?
In school we'd catch the bus
You were my crush, but I never spoke truths
Chorus
It's ten to twelve, your mother's flat, eyes welling up
It's half the pain, it's half the love, we're passing out
Not making sense, at your expense, I'm freaking out
I'm terrified, you're my best friend, we're making out
You're my best friend, we're making out
Let's lock the doors, not leave the house
If I'm your boy, are you my girl?
Either way my skin turns pale
My best friend, we're making out
So eat the words right from my mouth
So eat the words right from my mouth
Bridge
Ain't been calling my dad up
Or any of my friends
Furnace on and it's melting me
Need more than a benz
You hold me close and I need it, girl
Since way back when
Maybe we can grow old
'Til our denim wears thin
Best buds and you know it, babe
You're the sign of the times
Talking gentle and honestly
Cause I need you in my life
Cocoa butter and cornflakes
I miss it so bad
Take us back to your own estate
Watch the city run mad
Outro
It's ten to twelve, your mother's flat, eyes welling up
It's half the pain, it's half the love, we're passing out
Not making sense, at your expense, I'm freaking out
I'm so afraid, you're my best friend, we're making out
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