Real Friends - Six Feet

I don't wanna have to be six feet underground to feel loved
I don't wanna have to be a memory
To feel like I'm someone you thought of

Sometimes the things that fell in place
Fall to pieces suddenly
Like we were nothing
Like we were nothing

I'm swept away in pouring rain
Lonely hands knock desperately
Out on your doorstep (doorstep)
It's pointless

I'm barely breathing, barely getting by
It takes my lowest low for me to cross your mind

I don't wanna have to be six feet underground to feel loved
I don't wanna have to be a memory
To feel like I'm someone you thought of
When blues turn grey, we'll wither away
And I don't wanna have to be six feet underground to feel loved
To feel love

It hurts to think of 23
You and me on empty streets
Mixtape on repeat
I miss the feeling

Embrace the moments in between
Happiness and tragedy
While my heart's beating
While it's still beating

I'm barely breathing, barely getting by
It takes my lowest low for me to cross your mind

I don't wanna have to be six feet underground to feel loved
I don't wanna have to be a memory
To feel like I'm someone you thought of
When blues turn grey, we'll wither away
And I don't wanna have to be six feet underground to feel loved

Sometimes the things that fell in place
Mean the most when it's too late (too late)
I miss that feeling

I don't wanna have to be six feet underground to feel loved
I don't wanna have to be a memory
To feel like I'm someone you thought of
When blues turn grey, we'll wither away
I don't wanna have to be six feet underground to feel loved
I don't wanna have to be a memory (loved), I don't wanna have to be a memory
When blues turn grey, we'll wither away
And I don't wanna have to be six feet underground to feel loved

Written by:
Andrew Robert Wade, Brian Joseph Blake, Cody Reid Muraro, David Edward Knox, Eric Phelps Haines, Kyle Kenneth Fasel

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