Love You Love Bug, Grifter, Pastime - Our Mom's Don't Get Along

You're not that far from me
Anymore
I'm coming through the door
You've looked out for me
Before
Now you must look out some more
It's not that fair to you
To hide the truth
We don't have anything to lose
Turn down the radio
And take things slow
We don't have any place to go
And I see right through
All the bullshit you tried to pull
I succumb to illness
How about you?
It's not that fair to you
To hide the truth
We don't have anything to lose
Turn down the radio
And take things slow
We don't have any place to go
With my feet on the ground
I think I feel it now
I hope you feel it too
I'm here for you
With my head in the clouds
I think I feel it now
I hope you feel it too
I'm here
Not for you
With my head in the clouds
My feet are on the ground
My ass in the grass
I'll do what you ask of me
Just don't leave
With my head in the clouds
My feet are on the ground
My ass in the grass
I'll do what you ask of me
So long as you don't leave
With my head in the clouds
My feet are on the ground
My ass in the grass
I'll do what you ask of me
Just don't leave me lonely

Written by:
Elliot Sanderson, John Bomer, Leevone Cooke

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