Trevor M. Simpson - Get Lost

What if the what-if's were wasted?
Daydreaming you can almost taste it
Don't want to wait for the moment
Wondering will it or won't it
So what if we just said fuck it and chased it

Yeah we ain't gotta leave it for someday
While everybody's drinking for Monday
We could just get up and go
So let's say the hell with tradition
Ain't gotta wait for permission
We don't need to beg steal or borrow

Empty road to paradise, front seat with you by my side
We'll get lost with each other
Get lost in each other
Windows down head in the clouds
You know we ain't comin' down
We'll disappear and be lovers
Postcards to your mother
We'll get lost
Get lost
We'll get lost with each other
Get lost in each other
We'll get lost
Get lost
We'll disappear and be lovers
Get lost in each other

What if the time wasn't wasted
Went to those exotic locations
Didn't put the dream off until we're dyin'
We never wasted a moment
Didn't wonder will it or won't it
We just said fuck it we're tryin'

Yeah we ain't gotta leave it for someday
While everybody's waiting for Friday
We could just get up and go
So let's say the hell with tradition
We ain't gotta ask for permission
We don't need to beg steal or borrow

Empty road to paradise, front seat with you by my side
We'll get lost with each other
Get lost in each other
Windows down head in the clouds
You know we ain't comin' down
We'll disappear and be lovers
Postcards to your mother
We'll get lost
Get lost
We'll get lost with each other
Get lost in each other
We'll get lost
Get lost
We'll disappear and be lovers
Get lost in each other

Written by:
Brad Marrapodi, Trevor Simpson

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