Always try to be the quiet one
But you got a sneaky way of saying less than me
The Boys are playing basketball
Me and you tryna sink into the groove
We could walk the reservoir
Talk about the ways that we wanna be loved
You're in me like a memory
I just can't seem to let it go
Thought about crying over you
But I just turned on the TV
Thought about driving to your house
But I got stoned
Thought about reaching for you
But it wasn't that easy
Now I'm crying over you
My brother always said I was the lucky one
3 years old with the winning raffle ticket
Ya My family got a stereo
My dad would blast that shit
On the weekends we would clean the house
Now I'm all big fish and
I'm a superstitious bitch
With the little fucking charms on my Crocs
Corner of Glendale and Montana
When How much I love you reaches up and hits me in the mouth
Thought about crying over you
But I just turned on the TV
Thought about driving to your house
But I got stoned
Thought about reaching for you
But it wasn't that easy
Now I'm crying over you
Ya I thought about crying
Ya I thought about crying
Ya I thought about crying
Ya I thought about crying
Call me when you wake up
I just want you in my arms
Call me when you wake up
I just want you in my arms
I just wanna drive you around
I just wanna drive you around
I just wanna drive you around
I just wanna drive you around
